Dad & Mike (my brother) are probably having the best example of quality time I can think the two can share: two kids trying to work out how my brothers high end audio toy works, a recording device called the Saffire.
And yet, I cannot help but be annoyed.
Not because I’m jealous: I’m not. I think it’s good that the two are communicating and helping each other out while unknowingly satisfy that father-son relationship that should have occurred naturally throughout each of their lives.
I’m annoyed because I’ve been woken up to find a microphone cable which isn’t in my room, probably because either it’s somewherei n the midst of all the bullshit in my room or Dad has it and has lost it, either of which wouldn’t surprise me.
But moreso because I gave Mike my good Plantronics headphones to use because they were circumaural and now Dad is using them.
Why does that piss me off?
They’re circumaural, which means your ears sit inside the cans of the headphone, and yet Dad sweats very, very easily and it smells… bad… like… really fucking bad.
And those are my good fucking headphones!
What the fuck?!
That’s the last time I let either of them borrow my headphones.