8.18.2005
Speak to me in un language...yes? You're welcome.
My father has recently gotten into chatting with me online via instant messenger...this is ok, I guess...seeing that I am 2000 miles away...and it's convenient and free...But, it's just kind of...awkward. Chatting online has been a way for me to avoid parental communication for years...and now, my dad's "hip to the jive"...
Next thing I know, he's going to start talking to me with stupid online chat acronyms...
Dad: "Did u work 2 night?"
Me: "Yes"
Dad: "Right on. Is the Chowda house the place 2 b? LOL."
Me: "Dad...that's not funny."
But, in reality, my dad didn't talk to me this way...thank God.
The conversation steered clear of anything too personal and it was nice to talk to him. It was your basic online chat...and then, my father decided it was time for him to sleep and signed off with the following:
"I better go to bed now. I have to assess a leak at the Delta 106 platform tomorrow morning at 8 a.m."
Ummm...yeah. Me too.
Am I supposed to know what that means? Who signs off with that...really. Sometimes I feel bad for my dad because I know he has no one he cares about to talk to about his work...and I have to give him credit...at least he's trying to talk to me...I think that we can both say that we're recovering nicely from my teen angst years...
And I think I can stop worrying about my dad embarking on a quest to become hip...
Next thing I know, he's going to start talking to me with stupid online chat acronyms...
Dad: "Did u work 2 night?"
Me: "Yes"
Dad: "Right on. Is the Chowda house the place 2 b? LOL."
Me: "Dad...that's not funny."
But, in reality, my dad didn't talk to me this way...thank God.
The conversation steered clear of anything too personal and it was nice to talk to him. It was your basic online chat...and then, my father decided it was time for him to sleep and signed off with the following:
"I better go to bed now. I have to assess a leak at the Delta 106 platform tomorrow morning at 8 a.m."
Ummm...yeah. Me too.
Am I supposed to know what that means? Who signs off with that...really. Sometimes I feel bad for my dad because I know he has no one he cares about to talk to about his work...and I have to give him credit...at least he's trying to talk to me...I think that we can both say that we're recovering nicely from my teen angst years...
And I think I can stop worrying about my dad embarking on a quest to become hip...
--- a likely story from --- themellenhead @ 11:04 PM 
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At least your dad doesn't pump you for information on the latest Intel processor because you're under 30 & therefore obviously know everything about computer guts. :-)
Gosh, now that I think about it, me and dad don't really have much in common. We can still have hours-long conversations though. Perhaps that's our bond--our ability to gab and gab?
Anyhoo, I'm glad to see your pop is making an effort to talk to you and that things are evening out---he won't be around forever and you'll be glad you had these chats with him even if they weren't about anything in particular.
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Gosh, now that I think about it, me and dad don't really have much in common. We can still have hours-long conversations though. Perhaps that's our bond--our ability to gab and gab?
Anyhoo, I'm glad to see your pop is making an effort to talk to you and that things are evening out---he won't be around forever and you'll be glad you had these chats with him even if they weren't about anything in particular.
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