Asian Parents
I hung out with Adam on Tuesday and I must say it was quite interesting. I don't really get this guy at all. Just when I think I've pegged him to be the creative, artsy, and deep type, I get the feeling that he doesn't live that kind of life. He definitely isn't like me; eating fast food, watching trashy reality tv, etc. But on the other hand, he seems like some variation of superman; he's been at an internship at Princeton since he was like 17, majoring in a combination of creative writing and neuroscience, and mathematics, and now he's modeling. I mean he's doing software development or something and he never even went to school to learn it...he just got hired by a company and picked it up somehow. Lol he seems like the anomaly to everything my parents have taught me; that it takes hard work to get rewards.
But anyway, back to my humble life...tension between parents because I'm living at home is killing me.
Dad: But why would you want to move out? You have everything here and all the freedom you want!
Me: Maybe because you're watching my every move like a hawk seething with judgmental glares...
Dad: What do you mean? I never tell you what to do.
Me: Then why is it every time I have gone out during this springbreak, you have called to me to tell me to come home and study my LSAT?
Dad: Those were just friendly reminders!
Me: You yelled at me, gave me the silent treatment, and then told me I'll never make it into law school...
Ugh and don't even get me started on him and the Asian culture clashing with my very western relationship with Matt. God, if only I had eight thousand dollars...I'd buy a condo and move out right now...well that and if I knew where I was going to law school.
But anyway, back to my humble life...tension between parents because I'm living at home is killing me.
Dad: But why would you want to move out? You have everything here and all the freedom you want!
Me: Maybe because you're watching my every move like a hawk seething with judgmental glares...
Dad: What do you mean? I never tell you what to do.
Me: Then why is it every time I have gone out during this springbreak, you have called to me to tell me to come home and study my LSAT?
Dad: Those were just friendly reminders!
Me: You yelled at me, gave me the silent treatment, and then told me I'll never make it into law school...
Ugh and don't even get me started on him and the Asian culture clashing with my very western relationship with Matt. God, if only I had eight thousand dollars...I'd buy a condo and move out right now...well that and if I knew where I was going to law school.