I’ve been busy with additional documents and catching up my online pre-law class. Sorry blog and readers. I don’t know how the things will turn up, but for now it’s not great. Yes I bombed my LSAT. And the recession is making everyone to fly into law school and LSAT. I was rejected from 50% of the schools I applied. I haven’t heard or am waitlisted/held in other schools. And all the schools I really want to go held me. Sometimes I don’t know whether I am heading to the right path – but then, I don’t really have other option do I? The economy is bad here as well, and Korean firms don’t like me. Working surrounded by Koreans is suffocating. I don’t have green card or citizenship. I can’t just go to US or Hong Kong and get a job. I used up all of my LSAT slots, so I can’t take it until 2014. On a good side, I did get into all of my safe schools but…they are safes. I don’t know. I just don’t want to be in that situation again – where I can’t even apply for a position because I don’t have the residential right even though I fit in their job description, or job offer canceled at the last moment. So…that’s pretty much what was my life like.
Right, now to the main story. Though I rant a lot about my father, a small portion of my mind has been wishing that things will get better eventually. As of today, I gave all my hopes and expectations on my father. He is so full of himself, and it’s impossible to have any kind of conversation with him. I know he’s doing what he can, and I have a lot of respect and gratuitous for him supporting his family. He deserves massive credit for it. BUT, other than that part, I despise everything else about him. I want to keep some distance from him (which, clearly, isn’t working well). I can’t wait until I frigging leave here.
Here’s what happened. Last night, my father called me to dinner table. Not a good sign, but oh well. He asked about how’s my admission going. So I told him. Then he asked about my GPA and test score. Not the most glorious numbers, but I told him. I don’t know how the story progressed, but what started with “what do you think? do you want to go law school? are you sure you are not dazed with just images of lawyer?” soon became how he thinks I’m impolite, disrespectful and..all that old shit again. So I just put my mask on again, just said yes, yes, okay, sorry. I can’t fucking believe he still brought up that incident before my LSAT. And still never thinks about my position. I am the one who actually took the test and wrote and sent all my applications. No one can be happy/upset/disappointed as much as I do. Sounds like he doesn’t think so, because he is to concerend about how he doesn’t get respect and stuff.
Then both my mom and dad insisted me to say something. Really? I know better than that. I asked, “well, what do I have to say? You won’t listen nor understand…” Again, they asked why. Well, they asked.
“Whenever I say what I think, dad always says I’m either rude, impolite, or disrespectful. When I make a small complaint, mom always says I can’t think like that, but instead grateful and there are hundreds of other people out there who is like me so I shouldn’t complain. If I get same replies over and over, what’s the use for me to say my opinions?”
My mom somewhat understood. Father insisted he has never done that. Bullshit. The minimum I remember is 3 times. When both my mom and I pointed that out, only then he apologized, with massive unnecessary excuses of “I don’t remember saying such things.” All and all, everything looked like it’s all wrapped up nicely.
But it wasn’t.
It started off as a good day. I spent too much time taking online lessons and making my notes, so I decided to take a day off. My mom and I went to a local outlet. Everything was built in “American size” (=not packed like Seoul) so it was very good. Father came back, and all hell broke loose again.
Apparently, he was upset that I didn’t say clear apology for that goddamn incident. Jesus Christ. Any average person would think it’s all the story of past, especially after a conversation with a nice wrap up. So I just went usual, saying okay, okay, sorry, sorry. But he went on and on and on, saying how he should have really give me hard time on that moment. I’m pretty stressed these days again, and I couldn’t just frigging believe he’s still on it. So I finally said:
“Look, I am sorry about how I responded. But don’t you think you could just hold it until my test ends? And spank me or handle stuff in any way you want?”
Yeah, I should have just held my tongue. He got furious, saying that now I’m trying to “teach” him. What? What the? He also said I was really rude to him when he asked some computer stuff to me. I really don’t think that is true, because knowing is temper and learned from experience, I did my best to not to raise my voice when helping him out. I think it’s just his sense of inferiority. Somehow it was wrapped up and I kept watching the show I was watching. Then, 10 minutes later, he yelled again and made an ugly scene. So I started that okay okay sorry routine again. Then he said I’m being sarcastic and I don’t mean it. Jesus, What does he want from me?
He also said I’m being rude, that I keep glaring his eyes. First, I wasn’t staring his eyes. Second, I fucking grew up in the States, where it is rude to NOT look at someone’s face/eyes when talking. If he sent his kid to the States, has that much admiration to a foreign country, and watches plenty of American TV shows, he should’ve known it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I said that is so not true.
“Look, you seem like you think conversation as figuring out who’s bad, who’s good and whose fault it is. I think conversation is stating each other’s thoughts, and just respect that difference – at least that’s the starting point. So I say what I think, as you asked. Then your response is how I’m being rude and disrespectful. How can we actually understand each other if we can’t even agree on where to begin?”
It looked like he eased down a bit, but then it was all about himself, again. How he feels lonely, sometimes sad, working hard to support family so I should treat him well and just try to understand him more. Okay, fine, points taken.
I understand sometimes it’s lonely to have no one to say hello and goodbye, or prepare your meal. It’s nice to have them. BUT isn’t that most part of the life? It sucks, and sometimes it gets terribly lonely, but in the end, there will be no one (or very few number of people) there to babysit you, so you’d better know how to handle the situation. I hate to say this to my own family member, but the whole thing sounds like him playing the baby.
But if we wants such a treatment from someone else, shouldn’t he first try to put his feet in other’s shoes? For instance, he always says I and my mom shouldn’t cut in when he’s talking. But he ALWAYS cuts in when my mom and I are talking. Who is he to say cutting in is impolite? How can he actually understand someone if he’s lens to the world is wrong/right and filled with sense of inferiority? How can he expect to someone to actually apologize, when he doesn’t even remember his faults (or refuse to admit) yet acts really annoyingly picky about other’s fault on him? How can he expect someone to be good to him when he is so full of himself?
I don’t want him making all that visual gestures of niceness and friendliness, like holding my hands. Stop. That’s just vain. Just look yourself around, and try to change your mind and behavior.
So as I wrote above, as of today, I give up all of my hopes on father. Which actually feels pretty good, because now I don’t have to be frustrated or worry.