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That Unrelated Conversation With My Dad

The scene:
A kosher vegan Chinese restaurant. I'm enjoying my birthday dinner when my cell phone rings. It's my Dad. We briefly have our usual conversation (Dad: Is everything OK? Me: Yes. Dad: What took you song long to answer the phone? Me: ??? Dad: Is everything OK? Etc., etc., etc.). Then he starts talking about Pittsburgh:

Dad: I want you to come to Pittsburgh.
Me: OK.
Dad: ... permanently.
Me: Uh ...
Dad: I don't know why you won't move back to Pittsburgh.
Me: Because I want to be successful.
Dad: You can be successful in Pittsburgh. And it's easier, because there are less people here.
Me: That's not ... you just ... ::headtable::

From that point on I was dumbstruck by my inability to articulate that he had essentially made my point for me. I want to be a fabulous writer. I am by far the most fabulous writer in this room (given that the choices are between me and my cat, Muchi). I'm the best writer in this apartment -- maybe even in this whole apartment building. Does that mean I'm successful?

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dabroots
Nov. 22nd, 2011 08:14 pm (UTC)
Just re-read your father's words. Yes, he lives here. Never mind!

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