doctor philosophicating...
My dad's turned into Dr. Phil.
It wasn't very gradual. It wasn't very flashy. But it's happened. He's officially a "life coach." With a website, no less. He's posted pictures of the family and it's all guru-y and filled with messages of how to change your life and stuff. It's oddly alluring and I kind of want to be a life coach too (I wanna! I wanna! This is where I pitch a fit and fall on the floor and Nanny 911 comes).
If he ever gets his own talk show, I'm totally coming on once a week and we're going to face off in table tennis or something while waxing philosophical over how high school kids should stop getting high by taking lots of cough medicine. That's just wrong. And too easy. I was giving girls wine coolers when I was their age. Bartles and James taught me right.
But, yeah, I guess I just find it weird when your parent starts making decisions after their "what color is my parachute" phase? Last time I was at home, I had a deep talk with my dad about careers and stuff. This was before his foray into life-coachdom. It was kinda sad in a way. In 20-odd years, am I going to be going through the same stuff? Am I going to have to resort to friggin' awful Monster.com for jobs? Will it be too late to fulfill my childhood dream of being the guy that gives the final OK for space shuttles to lift off? Does anyone really know the muffin man?
Damn. I'm getting all thoughtful and crap. I'll end on a happy note.
Balki Out!!!
It wasn't very gradual. It wasn't very flashy. But it's happened. He's officially a "life coach." With a website, no less. He's posted pictures of the family and it's all guru-y and filled with messages of how to change your life and stuff. It's oddly alluring and I kind of want to be a life coach too (I wanna! I wanna! This is where I pitch a fit and fall on the floor and Nanny 911 comes).
If he ever gets his own talk show, I'm totally coming on once a week and we're going to face off in table tennis or something while waxing philosophical over how high school kids should stop getting high by taking lots of cough medicine. That's just wrong. And too easy. I was giving girls wine coolers when I was their age. Bartles and James taught me right.
But, yeah, I guess I just find it weird when your parent starts making decisions after their "what color is my parachute" phase? Last time I was at home, I had a deep talk with my dad about careers and stuff. This was before his foray into life-coachdom. It was kinda sad in a way. In 20-odd years, am I going to be going through the same stuff? Am I going to have to resort to friggin' awful Monster.com for jobs? Will it be too late to fulfill my childhood dream of being the guy that gives the final OK for space shuttles to lift off? Does anyone really know the muffin man?
Damn. I'm getting all thoughtful and crap. I'll end on a happy note.
Balki Out!!!