I've been having arguments with my father about, well, everything. Arguements may be too defined, but "disagreements" is too kind, and that is what we haven't been. I hear people, or mostly my mother, say "You two are so much alike"and that is apparently why we have a hard time seeing eye-to-eye. I'm not sure what we're seeing, except maybe the other one in our own way. He goes on and on, I let out a big sigh and then he goes on some more because I'm not going on....or because my sigh is going on. If you're confused about the whole thing imagine how I feel.
Sometimes I want to throw something across the room and have it shatter a window just to get his attention, because its not about the window. Its not about the window, or the drawer in the fridge, or the stack of things on the table, or the stain on the carpet. But I suppose its easier to make it about one of those things than one of the other things, right? Because if its about one of the other things, that means its about YOU, and no one wants it to be about them. Not even me.
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