I spent the weekend moving back into my parents' house. For some reason I'm really really sad about leaving my little apartment. Like, yesterday maybe I just sat on the sofa and stared at the wall for a good 20 minutes and cried a tiny bit. My mom had really wanted to come over and help me pack and clean, but I had to tell her "no" because I just wanted to be alone with my apartment, because I am dramatic.
One of the things I loved the most about living alone was that I didn't have to talk to anybody. I could come home from work and nobody was there to ask me about my day or ask me my plans for the night, and I could just do whatever I wanted in silence (or with Netflix on in the background). Well, that doesn't happen at my parents's house because they're both talkers. I know it could be way worse, I mean, my parents wanting to talk to me is not a bad thing, but my attitude about this move is really horrible so every little thing is bugging me.
My dad is pretty sarcastic and one of the funniest people I know, and usually my conversations with him are really light and full of sarcastic remarks, which usually make me laugh. The following conversations did not make me laugh at the time but I made a mental note to blog them because maybe then I'll be more thankful that I'm able to live at home instead of just festering in the pit of my bad attitude.
When I was walking out the door to my car to bring some boxes inside...
Dad: Wait! Where are you going?
Me: ...just out to my car.
Dad: Now that you live here I have to know what you're doing AT ALL TIMES. Will you be gone long? Me: ...I sure hope so.
Me: Dad, what's the WiFi password?
Dad: I'll tell you that when you give me your first rent check.
When I invited my dad to go to the grocery store with me...
Dad:[looking at my dirty car] Do you ever think about washing your car?
Me: I THINK about it all the time but on my list of priorities it's pretty lo-- what are you doing?
Dad: [changing the radio station WITHOUT ASKING ME] The Cal Poly football game is on and I want to listen to it.
At the grocery store trying to find a ripe avocado...
Me: Ugh, dad, we're going to Vons. None of these are ripe.
Dad: You want to go to ANOTHER grocery store?? Here, what about this avocado? No? This one? This one?
[He hands me about 8 avocados that are all hard as a rock, because he really doesn't want to go to the other grocery store that is RIGHT NEXT DOOR. The 9th avocado is ripe and delicious, which I do not tell my dad because #pride.]
On Sunday when I went to lunch with my parents and I got out of the car without letting my dad open my door...
Dad: You're supposed to let me do that for you.
Me: But it's faster if I just do it myself.
Dad: Does Keith open doors for you?
Dad: He should do it all the time.
Me: I don't want him to open my car door when I'm getting out because I'm impatient and it's faster if I just do it myself.
Dad: I need to have a talk with him. What's his email addres?