Personal Narrative: Don T Play The Victim
Don’t play the victim
“Dad, can’t you try the left lane? It seems to be moving faster than our lane.” I suggested, fidgeting in the car seat.
It was already seven past three in the afternoon and the games had most likely began at three on the dot, not one minute earlier, not one minute later.
If there is one person that never keeps time, it’s my dad. He is a habitual and notorious late comer. Time and again I had to scroll through the contact list in his cell phone and contact, one, or another trainer, or organizers and plea to officially register us for the tournaments. I was used to his lateness but not so amused by it.
“The exit is just a few meters ahead and then we should be there.” Dad said, not taking his eyes of the road, but for …show more content…
We concluded the game and the analysis then, bade farewell.
“Do you know who a Narcissist is, Ty?” My dad asked, on our way home.
“I have heard of the word Nazi before and I think a Nazi is…” I replied, confidently nodding my head.
“No no no, for goodness sake; that’s not what I mean.” Dad said, trying to hide a smile as he shook his head.
I looked at him confused.
“A Narcissist knows right from wrong, but can’t accept the wrongs to be their fault, so, they begin blaming other people for their mistakes; or blame their thumb for being too long and knocking off the wrong pieces unintentionally.” Dad explained.
“Am I nassi…?” I asked, looking at him with big eyes. I was petrified by the idea.
“Are you one?” Dad asked with a shrug. It was very typical of my dad to answer a question with a question.
“I don’t know!” I replied, throwing my hands up in defeat.
“The man said it was not an accident, yet, you say it was not intentional.” Dad said.
I was ready to reply with a snarky remark in my defence, when I felt his hand gently land on my shoulder, “Just because he is much older than you, does not mean he is
“Dad, can’t you try the left lane? It seems to be moving faster than our lane.” I suggested, fidgeting in the car seat.
It was already seven past three in the afternoon and the games had most likely began at three on the dot, not one minute earlier, not one minute later.
If there is one person that never keeps time, it’s my dad. He is a habitual and notorious late comer. Time and again I had to scroll through the contact list in his cell phone and contact, one, or another trainer, or organizers and plea to officially register us for the tournaments. I was used to his lateness but not so amused by it.
“The exit is just a few meters ahead and then we should be there.” Dad said, not taking his eyes of the road, but for …show more content…
We concluded the game and the analysis then, bade farewell.
“Do you know who a Narcissist is, Ty?” My dad asked, on our way home.
“I have heard of the word Nazi before and I think a Nazi is…” I replied, confidently nodding my head.
“No no no, for goodness sake; that’s not what I mean.” Dad said, trying to hide a smile as he shook his head.
I looked at him confused.
“A Narcissist knows right from wrong, but can’t accept the wrongs to be their fault, so, they begin blaming other people for their mistakes; or blame their thumb for being too long and knocking off the wrong pieces unintentionally.” Dad explained.
“Am I nassi…?” I asked, looking at him with big eyes. I was petrified by the idea.
“Are you one?” Dad asked with a shrug. It was very typical of my dad to answer a question with a question.
“I don’t know!” I replied, throwing my hands up in defeat.
“The man said it was not an accident, yet, you say it was not intentional.” Dad said.
I was ready to reply with a snarky remark in my defence, when I felt his hand gently land on my shoulder, “Just because he is much older than you, does not mean he is