Today was supposed to be a good day, I invited my parents over for lunch and I prepared our family favorite, Indonesian Oxtail soup.
We were halfway through lunch when my mother started talking about the women in my life
. I told her the same thing I always have, that I tried my best and have done my part. I'm fit, I now have a good job, I got a good hobby, for a few years I volunteered for a cause I cared about, but women don't give a shit about any of that. I talk to women and ask them out, they all turn me down and one of them even taught me a WW2-era racial slur (apparently "Nip" was an archaic slur against the japanese in WW2.... until it was used against me just about a year ago). My mother just wouldn't listen and eventually she switched from asking me if I'm making an effort to accusing me of not making an effort at all. She asked me if I really wanted to be happy and find a wife, because she thinks if I just kept at it I would find a relationship and find someone . This set me off because since I was little I knew the story of how my parents met. My dad was from the capital city and he took a temporary job at a shrimp farm near my mother's hometown in Central Java. One day my dad goes to Mass at the local Catholic church there, sees my mom, finds out who my mom is from the local barber (my dad spent five minutes trying to describe her), and then my dad walks up to my mom the next week to ask her out and she says yes. This bitch literally just sat there existing in bumfuck Banyumas central java and waited for a college educated city boy to come riding on a motorcycle to ask her out, AND SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL ME I'M NOTFUCKING TRYING HARD ENOUGH
Even my ultrafeminist little sister took my side, although she thought I was being unfair to mom because she's from a different era. But it's not my fucking job to make my mom keep up with the times, it's mom's job to realize modern America is not 1980s Indonesia
We were halfway through lunch when my mother started talking about the women in my life
. I told her the same thing I always have, that I tried my best and have done my part. I'm fit, I now have a good job, I got a good hobby, for a few years I volunteered for a cause I cared about, but women don't give a shit about any of that. I talk to women and ask them out, they all turn me down and one of them even taught me a WW2-era racial slur (apparently "Nip" was an archaic slur against the japanese in WW2.... until it was used against me just about a year ago). My mother just wouldn't listen and eventually she switched from asking me if I'm making an effort to accusing me of not making an effort at all. She asked me if I really wanted to be happy and find a wife, because she thinks if I just kept at it I would find a relationship and find someone . This set me off because since I was little I knew the story of how my parents met. My dad was from the capital city and he took a temporary job at a shrimp farm near my mother's hometown in Central Java. One day my dad goes to Mass at the local Catholic church there, sees my mom, finds out who my mom is from the local barber (my dad spent five minutes trying to describe her), and then my dad walks up to my mom the next week to ask her out and she says yes. This bitch literally just sat there existing in bumfuck Banyumas central java and waited for a college educated city boy to come riding on a motorcycle to ask her out, AND SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL ME I'M NOTFUCKING TRYING HARD ENOUGHEven my ultrafeminist little sister took my side, although she thought I was being unfair to mom because she's from a different era. But it's not my fucking job to make my mom keep up with the times, it's mom's job to realize modern America is not 1980s Indonesia
