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Because Dad Just Isn't Normal
Mar. 7th, 2004 05:30 pmLightning doesn't strike the same place twice, does it? It shouldn't, once it's been there, and generally this SHOULD apply to the remarkable, extraordinary things that happen to people. Because lightning is remarkable and extraordinary and not everything gets hit by lightning.
And I have a theory all made up in my head, in my firm belief that life IS fair--the Theory of Compensation, where everything good that anyone can get corresponds to a certain amount of points, and we all have a hundred points to spare. No more, no less.
For both those principles, my dad has become the aberration.
He isn't the type of father I hold dearly and love very much--he's, you know, stoic and doesn't talk much. But he can be funny and he's physically fit. He's fifty-plus years old and he jogs every day and joins marathons for fun and he's never been hospitalized or anything that I remember. And we don't hate him. And I appreciate how he didn't get lost in his family, because he's an individual.
So his life is good.
His luck--even better.
The Theory of Compensation doesn't fit. Lightning has struck him more than once--four times, in fact.
Yesterday he won a trip to the US, for a convention somewhere. It was in a raffle, and man, was he lucky.
A few years back, he won a seven-day trip for four to anywhere in Asia, with accommodations. We didn't avail of it, unfortunately, because we just didn't have the time, but he won it.
When I was in fifth grade, he won a van in our school raffle. I got money because I was the solicitor, and he got the van.
And even earlier, before I was even born, he won a car.
Two cars, two trips, what's next? *crosses fingers and hopes it's money*
Things like that shouldn't happen. They're just plain weird, and they're things you don't expect to happen to anyone you know, let alone your own family.
I don't even know why I'm complaining. (Oh, yeah, because only my mom will be able to go to Chicago with him. LOL.)
And I have a theory all made up in my head, in my firm belief that life IS fair--the Theory of Compensation, where everything good that anyone can get corresponds to a certain amount of points, and we all have a hundred points to spare. No more, no less.
For both those principles, my dad has become the aberration.
He isn't the type of father I hold dearly and love very much--he's, you know, stoic and doesn't talk much. But he can be funny and he's physically fit. He's fifty-plus years old and he jogs every day and joins marathons for fun and he's never been hospitalized or anything that I remember. And we don't hate him. And I appreciate how he didn't get lost in his family, because he's an individual.
So his life is good.
His luck--even better.
The Theory of Compensation doesn't fit. Lightning has struck him more than once--four times, in fact.
Yesterday he won a trip to the US, for a convention somewhere. It was in a raffle, and man, was he lucky.
A few years back, he won a seven-day trip for four to anywhere in Asia, with accommodations. We didn't avail of it, unfortunately, because we just didn't have the time, but he won it.
When I was in fifth grade, he won a van in our school raffle. I got money because I was the solicitor, and he got the van.
And even earlier, before I was even born, he won a car.
Two cars, two trips, what's next? *crosses fingers and hopes it's money*
Things like that shouldn't happen. They're just plain weird, and they're things you don't expect to happen to anyone you know, let alone your own family.
I don't even know why I'm complaining. (Oh, yeah, because only my mom will be able to go to Chicago with him. LOL.)
