I have a confession. One of my biggest pet peeves is something I know I’m guilty of myself. There, I said it. I’m such a tangled mess of contradictions that sometimes I can’t help hating myself for not making even a tiny little inkling of sense. It all starts with windows replacements, stick with me on this.
Anywho, today’s obvious contradiction, was the fact that I cannot stand those ‘who’s got the worst life’ fights, and yet I’m probably one of the biggest culprits around. A who’s got the worst life fight usually goes like this. You say “gah, I only got like, I dunno, five hours of sleep last night” to someone. And then they say “you got five hours? You’re so lucky! I only got three hours sleep.” And then you say “yeah, but I pulled an all nighter the night before last, so really I only had five hours sleep in the last forty-eight hours.” At the end of that utterly ridiculous conversation, where you try and prove that everything is way harder for you than it is for everyone else (and where, let’s face it, you probably ‘extended the truth’), you not only end up hating yourself, but you still feel like rubbish. I mean, you only had five hours sleep, right?
Well today I got into one of those conversations with my dad. He’s been pretty annoyed recently because all these people keep trying to get him to repair timber windows in Melbourne. Which is fair enough, I mean, he’s a carpenter so you’d think he’d be able to do that, but he’s really specialised in the building of houses. He just doesn’t do that stuff anymore. Besides, as he told me repeatedly, a timber windows repair job in Melbourne is actually quite fiddly. Well, usually I’m pretty content to sit back and nod benignly, but not this morning. Work and uni have been extremely stressful over the last couple of days, and I just needed dad to listen to me the same way he wanted me to listen to him. So, you guessed it, we had a stupid conversation not fit for two teenage girls, let alone two adults.