Exposed ...

28 October 2007

My daughter doesn’t read my blog. Of course she’s in a minority but unsurprisingly so, she’s a mere child (16) and still incapable of considered discrimination in her choices of reading matter.

Since she doesn’t read the blog, I’ve been taking advantage of drive time to share my unique and entertaining views. The problem is that I am beginning to believe that she’s seeing through me. Today I was sharing my mordant perspective on shallow, meaningless, expensive socialising by individuals with empty lives.

After listening to me for a few minutes (a very few minutes), she gave me a considered reaction, “You, Dad, are a wanna-be cynic. Your cynicism is shallow and poorly presented.”

When I asked if I wasn't a cynic what exactly it was that she thought I was, she said, “You are a crappy happy person.”

I don’t really have anything to add, I’m a bad cynic. I’ll try to get better at it.