Parental Traits

It’s funny how as we get older (particularly in your thirties) you start to realize what you have in common and what you don’t with your parents. Some of the obvious things I have in common with both of them is my love of movies, my mostly liberal stance and my complete lack of patience. Thanks, pretty much all of these qualities make me a less than stellar dinner guest.

From my mom I definitely got her neurosis, that is a fact. As I get older I get more neurotic and there is nothing fun about that. I get anxious a lot and have to remind myself all the time to CHILL THE FUCK OUT. Side Note: do not ever tell me to chill the fuck out, that doesn’t go over well. I can take things personally, which is why it’s good to be straightforward with me.

From my dad I got my stubbornness and my belief that I’m always right. To give myself a break I am at least aware of these things, unlike my father, and try to keep them in check. On the rare occasion I’m wrong I will admit it.

Luckily there are a lot of ways I am not like my parents. I am such a romantic, neither of my parents are or at least have ever shown to me. Hell, we don’t say “I love you” in our family but I shower Manly Man with adoration constantly. I am an open book, I share just about everything (sometimes too much) while I’ve only found out most of the things about my parents through other people or by accident. I have no idea of the story of how they met or if my dad proposed. I’ve asked for some details over time but they really don’t give me much in reply.

I used to be worried about getting married because I didn’t want to end up like them. I wanted to be romantic and cuddly. I wanted daily affection and romantic moments. Luckily, I married the right guy, he’s even more of a sap that me. I can appreciate my parents for what they are now and there are qualities I am grateful that I got from them.

Now if I could just stop saying stuff like “home again home again jiggidy jig” like my mom always says I’ll be great.

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