Sunday of my Life

I swear, I live with a three-year-old. A 6-foot-tall, 100+kg three-year-old. My father, who’s idea of conflict resolution is “I’m not talking to you! Neener neener neener!”

And you know, that used to be the way of things, a while back. He and I would have a fight, spend a while not talking to one another, then pretend nothing happened. Not healthy, as I finally came to see (after having the concept beaten into my head a number of times). I thought, now, years on, that we’d moved past that. I’ve changed over those years. I’ve gained maturity (at least, I hope I have). I like to think that the very least I can do, if a conflict situation comes up, is let it slide. And that I don’t do the least I can do. That I see it’s resolved in a half-way healthy manner.

That’s why all of this came out of left-field. A few nights ago, he springs into the room, saying,

“How many eggs do you want for dinner?”

“Oh, I don’t know. What else are we having?”

“How many do you want?”

“I won’t know until I know what else we’re having with it. If we’re having a lot of something else with it, then one. If we’re having a small amount of something with it, then two. If all we’re having is eggs, then three.”

And, quite suddenly, I was recieving one of his inspiring lectures on my attitude, and how I “always go out of [my] way to cause fights.” His words, not mine. I will freely admit that, back in my immature past, I did do that, or something like it anyway. Arguments made me think, and made me feel alive. But I don’t do that anymore. I’ve been making a concious effort to get along with him, or at the very least not let his shit get to me.

But this, though, is simply childish. “I’m not talking to you until you apologise for what you did!” Yeah, that solves a lot of problems. It’s a sad thought, to be honest; to think that I’ve moved on and grown up in the space of three short years, and he… hasn’t. He’s still stuck back in whatever space he’s been in for a long time. It’s saddening to think that he actually likes it there, that it’s so comfortable for him, that he’ll never want to try another way of living.

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