I had a great Skype call with the family on Sunday. Mom got to see the kids being all adorable (a fairly rare occurrence these days) and we had a nice chat. That's obviously not why I am a bad daughter. I'm a bad daughter because I got in a political "discussion" with my dad (the Cook one, not the Bowcutt one) that may or may not have ended in his blood pressure being raised sky-high. This just MIGHT have been because I said the U.S. was not hurting financially so much because of socialist agendas as it was because of a ridiculously high defence budget and that there was no danger of him speaking Russian or German, but he might have to learn Chinese soon. And maybe, just MAYBE, I insinuated that Americans were no longer the "good" ones, and being "evil" or "righteous" really depended on where you were sitting.
Ok, I admit it. I said all those things.
That doesn't make me a bad daughter. That just makes me opinionated. What makes me a bad daughter is that I said a lot of those things just to wind him up. Because it's so easy to do, and I have such a good time doing it. I'm not nearly as liberal as I pretend to be for the sake of giving my dad heart palpitations and raising his danger of having a stroke. Honestly, I just like to watch his face go all red!
Love you, dad :)
The really scary thing is, the whole time we were, erm, discussing politics, I kept referring to Americans as "you" instead of "us."
Apparently, all it takes is six years and 6,000 miles for me to disassociate myself with the country of my birth. That makes me sad, because I love my country with all my heart. I've pledged allegiance to that flag more times than I can count, and I meant every word of it. I'm losing touch with my homeland. I think I need to work on that.
1 comment:
Admit it! We got you converted and you didn't even notice... Told your passive aggression works lol xxxx
Emma
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