July 24, 2009

A Variety of Interests

I love my parents, but man, there’s just been a huge gap between us for a lot of my life. They wanted things for me, and I wanted completely different things. They wanted someone who played sports, who was a “normal” kid who was fashionable like the “normal” kids, and, hell, a son. I was interested in computers, video games, writing, and, you know, being myself. We never really saw eye to eye. Until recently, when I somehow finally started to get it through their heads that, not only was I a functional adult, but I was a functional adult that was trendy in my own way, and was doing things that are as important and legit as anything else, the things I did were silly and a waste of time. Nothing I could be doing was more important than what they wanted me to do.

But again, now, in some ways, things are really starting to turn around in our relationship. I think getting my mother a computer so she could use the internet showed her how awesome the internet was, so she leaves me alone about things like that. Games like You’re In The Movies and Scene It! Lights, Camera, Action have showed them some of what I see in video games. And again, I have proven myself a lot more to be a responsible adult.

It’s kind of addicting, too, to have my interests suddenly be worthwhile in their eyes, or at least understandable. For so long, I could really kind of care less if they were involved in what I do. Now I want to show them everything.

The biggest example, and the reason I thought of writing this post, is Beatles: Rock Band. My mom was one of those screaming girls back in the day, and she gets the appeal of regular Rock Band, though she is mostly uninterested as she doesn’t know any of the songs. Now the Beatles? She knows the Beatles. It is awesome to see her excited about the game. I drag her in here to look at the computer every time some new footage or something comes out, and it’s great to see her be as pumped as I am.

I honestly can’t wait to hand her the mic when the game comes in and sing the crap out of the game. It is going to be so much fun.
And hey, maybe we’ll get just that much closer. That would be nice. I don’t want our relationship to get any closer to the one between Rose and her mother.

I stopped reading this post when you used the word “addicting”. You’re fired from being an English major and we are no longer friends.

Comment by piman — July 24, 2009 @ 9:31 pm

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