The Second Day

Yeah, well, this is the second day of the fallout over that argument. Dad refuses to speak to me, and I bet he's still very annoyed or something. The problem is that if he won't speak, I can't really get an apology across, and I don't actually feel like apologizing for letting him annoy me in the first place. Then again, it's likely his way of cooling off so that he can have civil conversations again.

I feel bad about it, yeah. But I also feel kinda wronged since he's known me for so long and obviously didn't detect that I was getting seriously pissed. Anyway, this reminds me how much crap parents have to put up with. He still did the laundry and put 'em where they were supposed to be. But then, I'm seldom at home enough to actually do the stuff for him, and he never asks. I find it difficult to do things when there is no coordination and no clear instructions. After all, there's a distinct chance that I'd be in the middle of doing some of the housework and he'd come in and just take over.

Oh, and I feel that he's lonely. It's weird, but he's always at home alone, watching TV and maybe going out. There really isn't much he can do to socialize besides being with the other exercise buddies. I'd want to be there for him, but we just don't have stuff to talk about. And even civil conversations are minefields. He may just step on one and set me off. Ah, well.