Dear Abby
Please help me.
My father and I lived together in a flat and we had a TV and a radio. He was a widower and I was never married. In the flat just below ours, there lived a widow and her daughter. They are both beautiful and they didn’t have a TV or radio. They thus visited us a lot and I fell in love with the widow. We soon married.
Not long after, my father fell in love with the widow’s daughter and they also married.
It was about here that my problems started.
Because my father married my wife’s daughter, his wife is now my daughter and also my mother. At the same time I am also her father because I’m married to her mother. In addition, my father is now my wife’s son in law and therefore I am also his father in law because I’m married to the mother of his wife.
Then my wife gave birth to our son. This boy is also my son and the brother of my stepdaughter, because she is the daughter of my wife. The boy is also my father’s as well as my own brother in law. I am therefore my own son’s cousin and also the cousin of my daughter in law, because she is my son’s sister but also my stepmother and my aunt.
Then my father’s wife also got a boy and so that boy became my brother. My son was now the uncle of my grandchild, because he is the brother of my daughter. My wife is his great grandmother, because he is the child of her daughter. I am therefore his great grandfather. And since the great grandfather of my brother must also be my great grandfather, I am now my own great grandfather!
Dear Abby. Please, you must help me!
Who the hell am I?!
Yours truly
Johnny
I have always found it interesting that my peers (in this case other men) usually create completely different personalities for themselves as soon as they become interested in a woman. In some cases, some of my friends actually adopted a personality trait of the girl they liked. This always annoyed me to the point that I sometimes avoided such friends. I mean, how could a regular chum of mine sell himself out like that all because of a girl? Where did my drinking buddy go?
So yes, it always annoyed me…
That was until I caught myself doing exactly the same thing!
A few days ago, I met a girl that knocked me off my feet. All of a sudden, I found it difficult to speak. Everything I said sounded silly. I became conscious about the way I walked going out the door. Picking up a glass of water developed into a fashionable exercise. I felt like a complete fool, yet I could not stop myself from acting like a fool.
Then I began to imitate the girl’s behaviour. I began to use the same sort of vocabulary as she did. I laughed when she laughed and frowned when she frowned. I even ordered tea when she ordered some, although I drink coffee as a rule. Then she began to talk about her boyfriend and the moment was gone.
However, it got me thinking. Do we perhaps imitate people we admire or like to gain their acceptance? Is such change good? Is it not perhaps more admirable to be yourself? Or is it perhaps a natural process we go through to become one with somebody else?
What do you think?
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