29 December 2012

It was a strange visit with a mean aggressive sparkle. At times I felt like I was 15 again fighting for my 20 seconds of attention and not getting anywhere. Listening to my father's lectures on corrupt politicians and people without decent education and poor understanding of science and all the other evils responsible for the state of affairs we are in and none of it is our fault because we have a university degree. 
I want to bury my head and cry or laugh and try not to treat my 84 year old father like a precocious child. 
And then I must pinch myself as if waking from a bad dream and stop being so condescending. 

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