Thursday, October 2, 2008

The one in which we actually think about other people ... well, sort off

So due to some unforeseen circumstances, I was sitting with my family, while they were having a conversation and I was nodding my head to assure them that I haven't slipped into coma. At least on the outside anyway.

Then suddenly this bit about me getting married comes up. Now, my family knows that this subject is not broached with me. But it was a joke, and everyone was having tea, so I let it pass. Another nail in the coffin of my happiness. Why bother, really? Anyways, it was something about building a separate apartment for me in a few years/whenever I get married whatever comes first.

It was assumed that I would actually be staying with my family whence I go back to wasting my life again.

Now don't get me wrong, I wouldn't like anything better than living at a place where the food is good and there is ample parking, but really I don't see this scenario happening.

This is because, well, all the members of my family who are not my mom don't know for sure that I am gay. Of course, they might suspect and hope and pray that it's just a phase and one of those things that boys do like install a basketball board in their yard and never use it or get a weird haircut.

I figure that when I do tell the rest of my family that I am gay, I do intend to move out of this place I currently call home. No, it's not because anyone would say things to me. They know better than that. If I had really cared for their opinion and advice, I would've lost weight ten years ago. That's not the point.

It's that I don't want my family to suffer a smear campaign because of me. I mean I'm used to people looking at me and whispering (Oh, that's his third helping, you know or who the hell wears reeboks with corduroy trousers?). So it's fine by me. I am immune to other people's opinion. That happens when you consider yourself know that you are a superior life form. Anyways, this is not about me. It's about how I don't want my parents to go through all that because of me. Because they have always been respected and spoken about fondly. Even though they have a son like me.

And secondly, when that mob comes to kill me, I just want them to focus on me. Nothing major, I just love the attention.

Hey, turns out I do care about my family. And here I was thinking of selling their secrets for short-term personal gain. Damn you, Oprah.

No, Oprah's got nothing to do with this. I've just always wanted to say that.

15 comments:

Neha said...

Lol..aww hmmm. Well, it'll be ur decision at the end, but u know what I've learnt from my own experience? Parents don't really give a damn about other people either. Not more than they care for you anyway. I think they'd rather that you stay around them, than be bothered about flak that some insensitive gossip-monger airheaded duffer of a stranger says to them. If they're respected, its because of the kind of people they are...and you being gay does not have anything to do with it. So, you will definitely not be the cause of their defamation either. Its an urban myth I tell you!

Anyway, so sweet to see your concern :)...some day will tell you why I wanted to stay away from my parents :p! Well obviously, we have this in common too :p!

Keep Writing Rambo!

unsungpsalm said...

Huh What? You've always wanted to say "Damn you Oprah?" You don't love Oprah?
Even I'm beginning to wonder if it's just a phase you're going through!


On a serious note, it's thoughtful of you to be concerned. But can you really manage to make your own living? Seems kind of hard to imagine!

Still thinking said...

After the initial 'bashing' I'm sure (maybe not so sure, but please don't take me seriously!) the family will accept you the way you are. Who knows, life manages to surprise you when you least expect it to?

I liked to read the fact that you are so concerned about your family :)

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

More pepper in your sauce and love in your heart!

D said...

You do care about family? We're touched. I hope they believe that.

bloggingknight said...

Hehe Psalm is right, what would you do after moving out for living? I wonder, what you will do. :P

And about caring family, :D hope they won't be in shock hearing this.

and on Oprah, yeah Damn Oprah!! :P

Kris Bass said...

Hilarious!

DewdropDream said...

This post would be my personal pick to go down in the next 'Glimpses of World History' ... glimpses of something anyway :D You go fella!

Firebolt said...

Does an eloquent way of saying "LOL" exist?

pepe M. said...

reebock shoes with curduroy!!!! thats hideous! hahahaha!

what an adorable "son" indeed!

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

Neha: You're right. BUt I don't know how my Dad would react. As the cliche goes, we'll cross the bridge when we come to it. Plus, why haven't you told me yet? Why?? WHY???

usp: Who said anything about getting a job? You must be cuckoo, to think that ... R u an Oprah fan?

still thinking: Oh, my family knows better than to argue with me about something. Even if they don't approve of me, they can pretty much do nothing about it. I guess they are lucky to have me as one of them ... :P ...

mamma mia: more pepper in your sauce ... How didja know? .. and thanks .... :)

d: I admit that when I tell them that I actually thought about them in a remotely unselfish way, I'm sure they wouldn't stop laughing for a while.

dk: Yeah .. Damn Oprah .. I don't have any reason yet, but yeah, damn her ...

Dr Bass: Thanks ....

ddd: Really? Why? .. and thanks ... :) ...

firebolt: Yeah .. you sniff in the air and nod your head .. :P...

pepe: Fine, fine ... You laugh too ... hmph ... im not as aware of fashion as you are ... although i always have the best haircut.... and I am a "son", don't you "think"?

unsungpsalm said...

No post for a week! Tsk Tsk!

WhipperSnapperVille is almost like GhostVille at the moment!

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

You mean to say it's haunted or something??

*clueless as usual*

unsungpsalm said...

That's exactly what I mean! See? You're not clueless at all!

Meira said...

People comment when someone wears reeboks with corduroy trousers? :O
Sheesh! What is the world coming to?!!!
My Google Reader's been suggesting some cool blogs these days..thats how I landed here :)