Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Being The Eldest Male Child Sucks

Today was a miserable day at work - I didnt get anything done. Woke up late because I couldnt sleep the night before. When I got into the office, discovered everybody else was late - so why was I in such a hurry that I didnt even comb my hair or iron my shirt?

At 3pm, family miraculously appears at my office lobby asking for their monthly allowance. Turns out they decided to go to the East Coast beach for some RnR. So after work at 5pm, I take a cab to the beach where I find my kid bro decked out in my rollerblades (apparently his feet are now 0.5 sizes smaller then mine). So I teach him to rollerblade - make that, I tried to teach him.

When my bro had enough of repeatedly falling onto the pavement, we drive off to Dan Ryan’s for dinner. Some fucking dinner. The food was mediocre and the bill came to nearly 200 bucks. Was so darn mad.

In the car on the way back home, mom picked a fight with dad. This is where being the eldest son really sucks. As soon as you attain working adult status, the eldest male child suddenly has the wisdom of a saint. I’m now expected to mediate. So my mom (who is a prodigious nagger) yells non-stop in the car all the way home.

Personally, I really don’t mind if they get a divorce. I’m just worried it might fark up my kid bro who is 15 this year. I’m just tired of watching them fight you know, It used to upset me a lot when I was younger. But now I just see two stubborn old people who can’t get along anymore because one just wants to talk, but not listen and the other is vice-versa.

When I get back, I see I have mail from my lawyer. It’s to inform me that 20% of the apartment is completed, so the bank has released 20% of the funds to the developer and I’ll have to start paying interest now. Only problem is, nobody told me how much to pay each month. Stupid fucking felching leeching no-value-add malaysian banks and lawyers. It’s no wonder Malaysia is still such a backward 3rd world country. Even professionals have no pride in their work. How much do I have to pay, arseholes? Will I have to pay you another fee to find out?

I’m so pissed off.

Sorry to hear about your parents.
Sometimes I think that parenst get more childish when they get older…. midlife crisis?

thats because they want money from you.

no lah, as your parent grow older, they rely more on their children. I think it’s a natural progression. Soon I’ll have power of attorney over everthing and they’ll be calling me up over every little thing like rats in the house.

I know what you mean .. but as always blood is thicker than water …