Saturday, May 16, 2009

Umbilical chord.

10 hours after my arrival, mom asked me to stay with them in Klang. She said I should find a girl, a decent one, and settle down.
Although I know part of it is just a whine of 'oh look at us poor retired old people who got abandoned by our children', I could sense if I were to say yes, they'd tap dance on the spot even with their damaged knees and fake teeth.

I'm also amazed at how they are totally cool with their son being the '35 year old guy who still lives with their parents.' They fail to connect or should I say disconnect the tie between 'finding a decent girl', and 'stay with us'.

If I do want to pursue whatever that I want to, I'm sure 'staying here' will eventually become 'moving to KL'. And 'moving to KL' will be 'why didn't you call us, son' and by that point the disappointment and riff would be worse than ' oh my son has no time for us, he's too busy in Melbourne' to start with.

I don't know. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'd rather be selfish and can't help being a crappy son rather than self sacrifice and genuinely suck at it.