deep thought of the day:
people have an inherent need for self-expression and a desire to be understood. 0_o
I’ve always had a pretty strange relationship with my dad.. actually, with both of my parents really. relations between me and the rest of my family has always been halfway decent, except for a period in high school when we simply couldn’t see eye to eye. part of it was me being a teenager, pure and simple. the other part had to do with my parents also behaving like teenagers.
ok, so that’s exaggerated a little bit. but as jaded as I might pretend to be sometimes, I still have very idealistic notions of family, stemming from the way both of my parents think. my father grew up as a son of a taiwanese general, the youngest of four brothers — the first of the family to be born in the new republic of china. my mother grew up as the youngest of three children of a low-ranking military official, and had none of the sparkly life my father’s family grew up with.
oops, mother calling me down for dinner. I’ll add to this story.