My parents, being asian and all, tried to give me all the opportunities that they could. Soccer, piano, math classes .. just whatever.
I was never particularly good at piano, and I never really enjoyed it until I quit. Since I was young (probably 6 or 7), i'd played piano, and every year we would have two recitals in front of .. probably a hundred people (both students and parents). As I said, I was never really that good, nor did I like it .. so I would only halfheartedly try .. and alot of times during the recitals, I would screw up. My parents expected quite a bit of me, and would really give me it in the car ride home. As I grew older, I started playing music that I actually enjoyed and would try a little harder. Nerves would probably get the best of me during the recitals, though, and I still wouldn't perform well.
I'd hear bitching about not practicing enough, not caring .. it would be a cloudy afternoon (or so it seemed), probably raining, and the mood was tense. I think I felt even worse than usual because I had actually tried ..
I realized then that my parents weren't really all that in tune with my feelings; what appeared to them was how they took things. So I then learned to manipulate how things seemed to my advantage.
Comments (0)
You don't have permission to comment on this page.