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Table for Two

If you haven't noticed, the official theme of the week is marriage and family. To continue with this topic, let me tell you an interesting conversation I had with my dad the other night.

dad: son, go date somebody
me: (what the heck? that was random) ... umm ... ok
dad: i think you're at that age now
me: (it's not like i ever needed permission) ... right ...
dad: when you grow older, you will less likely to want to get married
me: (wait ... aren't I still pretty young?) ... uh huh ...
dad: sometimes love comes unexpectedly, once you miss it, you might never find it again
me: (destiny, huh?)

So this went on for a little bit, from talking about love at first sight to how lucky he is to have found my mom. This is definitely one of the most random talk my dad has ever given me, if for nothing else, it did make me think of this Caedmon's Call song and how much I can resonate with it:

Table for Two

Danny and I spent another late night over pancakes
We talked about soccer and how every man's just the same
We made speculation the who's and the when's of our futures
And how everyone's lonely but still we just couldn't complain

And how we just hate being alone
Could I have missed my only chance
And now I'm just wasting my time
By lookin' around

But you know I know better, I'm not gonna worry about nothing
Cause if the birds and the flowers survive then I'll make it okay.
And given a chance and a rock see which one breaks a window
And see which one keeps me up all night and into the day.

Because I'm so scared of being alone
That I forget what house I live in
and that it's not my job to wait by the phone
For her to call

This day's been crazy but everything's happened on schedule
From the rain and the cold to the drink that I spilled on my shirt
'Cause You knew how You'd save me before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day long before You made me outta dirt.

And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can't plan the ends and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace,
Just to get me to sleep.

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  • Anonymous glo says so:
    11:35 PM  

    I have a very similar conversation with my mom at least once every week. Except I'm more vocal with my thoughts.
    My question is, is this phenomena found only with Asian parents? I'll have to ask my few non-Asian friends... top

  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    12:52 PM  

    since i am mexican i felt the need to add a comment here...oh yeah!! mexican parents are like that too...i had this kind of convo with my mom like 4 years ago!!! and I am 25!
    now she thinks i am a lost case... top