Dad
2004-06-20
@ 7:09 a.m.
After a wee-hour conversation with a friend about how he hates he job and him complaining about his dad and how his dad is controlling his life in almost every aspect of his life. So basically he hates it and wants to get out of Mauritius and out of his father’s grasp. I know of dads who rarely say much, just nodding their heads, and there are those like my dad who goes around in a rampage when he can’t find the bloody toothpaste. All of them have their own way of dealing with life and us kids. My dad thinks he’s a guru at everything. One minute he can be dad the handyman and help fix your guitar. The next he’s dad the vet as he tries to treat the dog’s ass that’s been so rotten infested with maggots. And of course he’s dad M.D. as he attempted to medicate himself to cure his diabetes. There’s also his favourite exercise called ‘jumping to conclusions’ and ‘making assumptions’ which I absolutely can’t stand about him. I’m just dying to see him make a mistake and be there to witness it.
As much as I abhor him at times, there are times that I refuse to admit that I still care for him. Yes he is probably an ass, but there were good times and I’m kinda glad I was the prototype so that he had a better idea at child raising when Jayne was born. Afterall, I am who I am now because of him.
Dad, Happy Fathers’ Day. This day belongs to you. Enjoy it.