I'm back
October 22, 2017 at 6:02 am
(This post was last modified: October 22, 2017 at 6:15 am by Der/die AtheistIn.)
And what a trip! First I need to let you know that a cousin of mine has come to live with me. He's from another city and he camed here so he can study arhitecture. And I have a small apartment in Vienna, which my parents bought me, so I can live there when I'll be student.
Now about what happened. The day we arrived we got furniture (a bed and an armchair) which we ordered some time ago from IKEA. We assembled it ourselves, my cousin was really helpful, we couldn't do it without him. Dad just layed down and watched us work. Granted, he gave us some advices, but not many. And he can't lean forward, but he still could've helped more. He is lazy, I'm not expecting him to do much, I just wanted to tell you what happened. Anyways, the furniture assembling was fun.
The next day was the wedding, we've got first to the religious ceremony. The groom is half romanian and the bride is full romanian. The pastors and most guests were romanian too. Because of this, the wedding took place in romanian. It was all like: "Jesus is great, save me Jesus", just what I was expecting. One pastor played an accordion and singed. The instrument was a little louder than the voice, which is fine by me. The voice wasn't bad sounding, but the lyrics were all about God. Another pastor was gesticulating alot and seemed aggitated, sometimes overly happy, sometimes overly serious, like a bad stage comedian. My cousin laughed at him a little (good thing we were in the back rows and the pastor didn't see him). I didn't laugh, because I didn't find him very funny. He talked about Hell and salvation and muslims who kill christians and things like that. Even dad acknowledged that the guy was kind of extremist.
The "party", if I can call it that, wasn't boring after all and I will tell you why. The food was good, there were some nutshell pieces in the nut cakes, but other than that it was ok. I ate sushi for the very first time in my life, it was delicious! Dad wanted us to leave quick, but mom proposed to stay a little longer, untill the duck steak comes, since I wanted it. It took a little long, so he got furious. Then it happened, the most important thing in the evening, a disaster of epic proportions... I held the fork wrong. Dad got furious again, he scolded me there, during the journey home and this morning.
And what did he do at the table?
He told mom she's bad at parenting, that she didn't teach me how to eat, how to dance, to walk with high heels, to took, to iron, to walk on the street and so on.
This morning he taught me how to hold a knife and a fork right, I'm not exaggerating when I say I was tempted to stab him with them.
He's getting worse and worse.
Now about what happened. The day we arrived we got furniture (a bed and an armchair) which we ordered some time ago from IKEA. We assembled it ourselves, my cousin was really helpful, we couldn't do it without him. Dad just layed down and watched us work. Granted, he gave us some advices, but not many. And he can't lean forward, but he still could've helped more. He is lazy, I'm not expecting him to do much, I just wanted to tell you what happened. Anyways, the furniture assembling was fun.
The next day was the wedding, we've got first to the religious ceremony. The groom is half romanian and the bride is full romanian. The pastors and most guests were romanian too. Because of this, the wedding took place in romanian. It was all like: "Jesus is great, save me Jesus", just what I was expecting. One pastor played an accordion and singed. The instrument was a little louder than the voice, which is fine by me. The voice wasn't bad sounding, but the lyrics were all about God. Another pastor was gesticulating alot and seemed aggitated, sometimes overly happy, sometimes overly serious, like a bad stage comedian. My cousin laughed at him a little (good thing we were in the back rows and the pastor didn't see him). I didn't laugh, because I didn't find him very funny. He talked about Hell and salvation and muslims who kill christians and things like that. Even dad acknowledged that the guy was kind of extremist.
The "party", if I can call it that, wasn't boring after all and I will tell you why. The food was good, there were some nutshell pieces in the nut cakes, but other than that it was ok. I ate sushi for the very first time in my life, it was delicious! Dad wanted us to leave quick, but mom proposed to stay a little longer, untill the duck steak comes, since I wanted it. It took a little long, so he got furious. Then it happened, the most important thing in the evening, a disaster of epic proportions... I held the fork wrong. Dad got furious again, he scolded me there, during the journey home and this morning.
And what did he do at the table?
- he sipped soup loudly
- he scolded me and mom in public
- he insulted mom in public
- he hit the hand on the table a few times, when mother attentionated him, he said that he'll do it if he wants to and continued hitting
He told mom she's bad at parenting, that she didn't teach me how to eat, how to dance, to walk with high heels, to took, to iron, to walk on the street and so on.
This morning he taught me how to hold a knife and a fork right, I'm not exaggerating when I say I was tempted to stab him with them.
He's getting worse and worse.
"By simple common sense I don't believe in God, in none"
Charlie Chaplin
Charlie Chaplin
