Music

I listen to music.  A lot.

But you’ll find me attaching myself to a song and listening to it on repeat for weeks.  Until I get tired of it.

It’s comforting, and I know that the song will bring me satisfaction.

And when I’m done, I go find new music as if it’s a chore.  It drains me to listen and discover new music.  I wonder if I’m the only one.

Preach

People preach what they themselves need to hear the most.

If this is true, what does my blog say about what I need to hear most?

Dad.

I don’t have a good relationship with my dad.  It’s in the way that he communicates.  I can’t blame him completely– his English is non-existent and my Vietnamese is at a 2nd grade level.  He’s the typical Asian dad.

It’s hard to see that he really just wants the best for me.  Sometimes it’s impossible to see that everything he tries to tell you and everything he tries to teach you, is through his love for you.  I should be grateful that I have someone who’s willing to put up with my attitude, my passive aggressiveness, and overall dickhole-ness, and all he asks for in return is that I become a good person.

I love you, dad.

I just wish there wasn’t such an impossible wall between us.