Battlecry

Tired, tired and tired. Having a BBQ is a lot of fun, but it takes a lot of effort. You have to do the initial set up, maintain the pace and then pack and clean it all up. Everytime we have a BBQ, it seems to become slightly more troublesome each time.

But then again, it's more likely my teenage rebelliousness surfacing more strongly. It's amazing how parents can drive you to the border of insanity and you start to wonder whether it's just you or if they're somehow doing it deliberately or both.

Now that I'm older, my dad delgates most of the setting up to me. Which wouldn't be that bad, if he doesn't overrule me on every single decision I make and completely ignores what I'm saying. At first, I was thinking "it's probably me, just calm down..." then it becomes obvious that it's not just only me, but it's my dad as well.

So I have the BBQ out, and then my dad asks 'do you think that's enough?' and I'm like 'yeah, totally'. Then he goes 'nah, take out the other bigger BBQ as well', so I go along thinking 'so we're cooking more meat..'. Then my dad explains his decision, reasoning that 'we should only cook as we eat', that is we cook the meat at a pace that can supply the demand, no oversupply or undersupply. Now this is the same reasoning at all our BBQs, it doesn't matter the size of the BBQ, but that rate of cooking. Now I'm pissed because the other BBQ is enough and I know it is enough because I do the cooking and the reason he gives doesn't change anything. When I point this out, he tells me to 'be quiet and stop being a smartarse'. What? I'm a smartarse because I point something out? I was right in the end. We didn't even use the second BBQ.

It doesn't end there. He calls me over and starts going on about how I didn't arrange the tablecloth properly. You know what was wrong? A smallish wrinkle that I didn't smooth out properly. Fair enough, but it's nothing that you should start making a big deal about it and go all out on the person who did it. Sheesh.

Finally, he tells me to setup the BBQ to suit me, since I'm doing the cooking. So I do. Then my dad comes and starts to rearrange everything to 'better suit me'. What the hell? I know what suits me. That's period. But I didn't want to fuss too much. So I just rearrange it again to suit me. Then my dad chucks a fit, and starts fixing and yelling, saying stuff like 'not like that, like this!'.

I probably sound a bit bitter. I'm not. Just incredibly fustrated and annoyed. I'm extremely pissed off though at the smartarse counter. Just because someone younger than yourself, pointing out something in a calm, logical manner doesn't mean that they are a smartarse. Parents know that they've been outmanoeuvred, so they hit with the smartarse counter.

Still, plenty of good people are coming over, so it won't be that bad. Plus I just registered my savings account to Netbank, so I can transfers funds and buy stuff off the net that accepts bank deposits. There are some anime stuff that I would like to get. Evanglion Platinum boxset tops the list. And now I can search and maybe buy something of eBay. Probably have to do after my return from holidays on the 8th of January.

Happy New Year people!