Ignorance vs Stupidity... or is it Bigotry?
2008-07-11 15:22
I’d imagine sitting around and being angry — is depression with motivation — is also sort of unproductive.
So I thought I’d take another stab at being artful with literature, and writing up a summary of the day.
How it started was promising. I thought to myself, “Hey, I’ll be nice today and have a day with no complaints coming from my mouth.” (as rare as it is in the first place) What I got was some kind of Karmic slap in the face, as I realize there is no amount of kindness that can change certain types of people.
I’ll focus on a rather important part of the day, and summarize it the Mastercard way.
- “Expensive” workout shirt bought with “good money” at Ross THREE YEARS AGO: $10
- “Expensive” workout pants bought with “good money” at Ross THREE YEARS AGO: $15
- Bitching at the end of the day about how your daughter slept in, then cleaned the garage (at your request), then helped you cook (at your request) while in those clothes, while you never said a word about your distaste during those activities, calling her “desperate looking” ‘cause only God knows what the NEIGHBORS MIGHT THINK: Senseless.
Clothes usually last at least a good 5 years for me. I’m pretty sure a lot of people would have more than ONE SET OF CLOTHES by then. Yelling at me because I spend all day at the computer, yeah, I understand that. But yelling at me because you like clothes and other people’s assumed opinions better than your own daughter, no, no I don’t get that.
And yeah, I am a 20 year old female who “doesn’t know how to cook.” Except I do, because there are recipes, and I’m an engineer — I don’t fuck up recipes. What I do fuck up on, it’s because you tell me to do “whatever” to some piece of meat you plop in front of me. I’m a very dual-natured girl – an artist and an engineer, but even my creative side knows better than to throw shit together (without the 40 years of knowledge on how things work in the kitchen) and hope for the best.
But I comply, and I cooked it as I could, at your word-for-word request that “I can do anything”, only to have you say “You should have cooked it this way.”
And you don’t even care for the way I want to cook, which is: less oil, more ingredients (too bad we don’t HAVE more than 3 ingredients that aren’t all crazy Asian and only work in certain configurations), more milder spices for flavor rather than burn.
But no. You don’t care for it.
I wish there was a way to normalize our differences, to show just how much more competent I think I am, but I can’t because it wouldn’t be fair. But I know that difference, and you don’t even want to understand that I’m not you. Or ever will be. Or ever will WANT to be.
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