Ode to Blueberries, Part 2
Today I thought I would post the continuation of my lovely father daughter bonding hours, which turned out to be 7 all together. Honestly it didn't turn out quite as bad as I had expected! We went out around 2:45 in miserable heat and it's safe to say I wasn't in the best of moods. I quickly solved that by swatting a deer fly that had landed on dads head. This vented out most of my frustration on him for taking me out there. Besides, you know he only did it because he knows he can pay me less than his other employees! It's injustice. Anyway, my hand eye coordination is not the sharpest and I accidentally hit his glasses causing his nose to bleed a little. I know, I know, who does that? Well...I do.Now, if you have ever met my dad you would know that he lives for lecturing people, testing his limits, and pushing buttons. The fact that I am incredibly easily entertained is no doubt inherited from him. As we tied some of the netting to a post the song "Collide" by Howie Day came on the radio. I really like that song so I said "Hey this is a good song!" Any normal person would have just agreed or disagreed, dad of course had to take it from a totally different angle.
"Why do you like this song? What do you think he is talking about?" He asked
"Well, I guess he is talking about love. The fact that it is blind, it finds it's own way? No matter what doubts they have they always...collide." I said.
So now, seeing his opportunity to share his infinite wisdom, he asks "what is love?"
This is where my dad and I differ the most. He is a being of pure logic. He looks at every aspect of life in it's most mechanical, logical reasoning. I tend to have a more emotional way of explaining things. I believe that for some things there just isn't a logical explanation. He went into his whole spiel that went something like this: "happiness is a choice, love is not just a pitter patter in your chest every time you see someone. It is a conscious decision. It is finding someone who has the similar goals as you, who is willing to make sacrifices to make you happy, and who you can commit to make sacrifices for. You aren't always going to have the same die hard romantic emotions when you see them. You have to be willing to stay on board even when those feelings seem to be gone, because you are two people working together in life."
Next he twisted it around to break ups and informed me that after I've been through 5 or 6 it will be old habit and I will be over it in a couple days because there is always someone else who is better out there. I argued that if you can get over someone in just a few days then there must not have been anything involved. What your saying is that once I've dated enough people I will tune myself out to the emotions so that I don't set myself up for heartache anymore. If that were the case I would never find the right person and I would live my life always thinking that there is something better than what I have. So he said "of course! You're never going to find the perfect person who you will be happy with forever. Happiness is a choice, love is only a way of saying self sacrifice for someone else."
I suppose he has a point. After thinking about how my last relationship ended it made a little bit more sense than I thought. I was told "I just don't like you like that anymore". I always thought about it in the perspective of "you just can't help how you feel", but maybe it is what dad said. You have to choose to sacrifice yourself for the relationship, because there are always going to be times when the passion isn't there. You just have to stick it through those times and chose to be happy no matter what. I don't know, I suppose there is an answer somewhere between the two extremes.
Ok, now that I have turned my story into sappiness, I'm going to get back on track. After a few hours had gone by dad tried to find a new source of entertainment. We decided to tell a story, each taking a paragraph, and see what we came up with. It turned out to be a horrible tale of a man named Bob who desperately wanted to get into a prestigious culinary school but was turned down because of his allergy to nuts. He flew to Japan in search of the master of mind and body control, Chai Kwan Lee. After we had put about as much entertainment as we could think of into the story, including spies from the culinary school, stealing of Donald Trumps Toupee, and the elixer of deceit, we realized it had reached its climax and killed off Bob.
Next we tried giving each other a subject and a couple minutes to create a joke from it. That didn't go over too well. I was supposed to come up with a joke about a frog with six legs and my punch line ended up having something to do with a six pack. I would retell it but I'm too ashamed. I have to say that his was worse though.
Anyway, my point was that regardless of the situation I really didn't have a terrible time. I haven't really spent too much time with my dad this year since I've been out with my other friends and it was kind of a nice chance to spend some time with him. Not that I would want to repeat the experience, especially not the first half, but eh, it kind of made me think about things. Thinking is good :) So not only did I enhance my mind but the blueberries are all safe and sound. (We open the 10th, come buy fruit so I can go to college!)
OH! I almost forgot, rabbit rabbit! :D
posted by Kimmi @ 1:43 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home