Not a good day

Today was not a good day.

It started off fine in the morning which was expected because I had no assignments or assessments waiting for me to finish. I had my breakfast and watched some tv and this was how time went by a normal Saturday morning.

Then it all came spiraling down just before lunch. I won't divulge what exactly happened but in short, my dad and I had a heated argument over lunch. He can be so stubborn and hot headed sometimes that I just want to scream on the top of my lungs before exiting dramatically. You know what the worst part is, I'm like him in that perspective.

I can be annoyingly stubborn that I enrage myself sometimes because that is exactly what I didn't want to pick up from dad. Don't even let me started when I get angry. When that happens I spew out venom fast and you bet it stings. When I am angry, my brain automatically sources all the information on the person that made me piss and I strike hard. It worsens if the person fights back and if not, my furry multiples. It is a scary sight even for me.

He did something that enraged me and I said something that enraged him. It ended with me giving him the cold shoulder and slamming the door for a dramatic effect.

It gets worse. Today is Father's day in Miri or so I was told by my mom. I got in an argument with my dad on Father's day and neither of us can be the bigger man and apologize. I know, fun right?

We went out for a slightly upscale dinner at a fancy restaurant eating western food which happened to be my favorite. But being the stubborn mule that I am I feign disinterest and scan the menu like it was nothing but a day old newspaper.

During dinner time my mom updated us on one of my cousin's life. He went to Taiwan recently to explore any job opportunities and before he went, he gave his parents each an angpao with RM 500 and wrote notes for them. He didn't take any of his parents money for this trip and the ones that gave him money, he gave them back the money, just keeping the angpao as a sentiment. My parents all commented on how mature he was and here I was, the angry teenager trying to understand how to use a fork and knife simultaneously while giving his dad a cold shoulder on Father's day.

Needless to say, my appetite was ruin and I held my head a little lower. In between my cousin who is a doctor, one who is a genius studying in Oxford and the one that I mentioned, I feel like the title of a Grade A douche bag son is close upon me.

*Sigh*