the SERIOUS post.

You know, it's not all fun and games. blogging isn't all about what's funny, or how much you can laugh at one person (namely the the blogger herself). There is more to blogging. So i thought i would write a serious post. one that means more than a potentially hot gardener who probably isn't a soap opera star or even a gardener. or even hot.

So i turn to the world of relatives.

So i am at a barmitzvah (oh hello, you're JewisH?) And there are all these old folks, like people who knew you when you were three, who tell your mother that you are just so beautiful and you are so grown up. So you just smile at them, as your mother listens to all their praise, just lapping it up, warming themselves in the self-sufficiant orange glow of nachas*. And the scene is set up so that your mum and them are across the table from you, so all you have to do is appear charming. And then you get up, and exchange some words, carefully cultivating your words to achieve maximum charm and reply-praise.
And then you COMPLAIN when they want to kiss you, and you COMPLAIN to your friends, "omg i had to see the relo's (okay not quite SO aussie)". The whole experience is framed around this wider sort of juxtaposition of "i love that praise and can turn on the charm" vs. "Like they are old so its so annoying to speak to them".
What's the point of all this you may ask?
It's that i am making a stand, i am admitting that I LOVE PRAISE. I bloody love it when old people tell me I'm beautiful. I love it when i know my mum is receiving complements about me. I love it when parents wish i would go out with their sons (or daughters...). Praise is everything, thirst is nothing.
I dont even bloody mind having to kiss some old fart, just as long as they are wishing i was their daughter.

So i will not complain about my relatives again. Unless they are trying to poison me BECAUSE i'm so great. Then i may have to do something about it - but i'll still kiss them, coz its a pretty big complement to try and poison someone...



*nachas is like pride that contains the Jewish senses: "ultimate", "God agrees", "I am fearful of the evil eye", "but yes i know my children are amazing", "don't you wish your children were as good", "she can cook as well!"