I love my father dearly, but he is just about as stubborn as a pack mule. As his youngest daughter, I reflect his stubborn nature like water reflects the sunlight. Not only am I never not right and always never wrong, but I adore pushing his buttons. Claiming to be Independent regarding politics, my dad unknowingly leans Republican. Whenever his Republican tendencies stick out like a sore thumb, I lean Democrat just to burst his elephant-sized bubble. It is a recurring cycle of debating and argumentation, but an oh-so-fun one at that. We become so frustrated with one another that we can't bare to be in the same room as the other. Our bantering expands further than politics. It reaches religion and philosophy and the mundane thoughts of everyday living. It kind of goes like this, but replace "cake" and "pie" with complex, well-developed thoughts.
Father Yeskey- "I would rather have Cake than Pie."
Daughter Yeskey- "Yes, Cake is fluffy and goodly and sweet. Nice texture too. My favorite is red velvet. Cream cheese frosting. Rainbow sprinkles and I'm sold. But... I also like Pie. So, I support Pie. Sorry, Cake, but you just didn't make the cut."
Upon further analysis, I have come to realize that it is not our differences that separate us, but rather our likemindedness. I am in denial that we may actually be alike, and I use my stubborn demeanor to mask our oneness. I would rather argue with my father than admit we share the same views. It is a strange idea, but it is true. We should just shut up and eat the cake, huh?
(**Totally off topic, but if you're reading this... Come see the musical, Godspell, this Friday at 7pm! It's going to be awesome!)
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