Oh shite! Forgot this was a draft… Wow!
This post was inspired by Every Word You Say’s post – go and check it out; it’s adorable.
Both my dad and I share a common interest in, well, the past – but also how we’ve evolved over time.
Today, we had a conversation about different societies. The way the Native Americans and Australians were treated, DNA evidence to show who’d migrated from countries to OTHER countries, and various court cases because of injustices that had happened in the past.
One of our conversations centred around the Norwegian government’s treatment of the children who were born to Nazi soldiers. It then evolved into where people had originally came from. There was SO much information, and I ended up screaming “OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK!” when my dad told me that DNA in Malaysia had been traced back to Finland.
It seems boring, doesn’t it? But it isn’t. It’s something that has ALWAYS fascinated me. I want to know what happened in the past. I want to know why we’re the way we are, and what happened before, because there’s SO much history there – you know? It’s so overwhelming – it’s like that “oh my god the universe is too big I can’t” breakdown I had (I’ll write about that sometime).
And that’s why I love my dad. Because we can talk about anything – the deepest topics – and I can’t ever do that with my mum.
He’s got similar views to me – no, I’VE got similar views to him, because he raised me. We’ve talked about the probability of the existence of aliens, new planets, religion, evolution – and so much more. They say that a parent influences a child’s beliefs and perhaps that’s true, but I was always taught to believe in what I thought.
I’ve grown up talking to my dad about these kind of things. I was ALWAYS a curious child but at some point, that curiosity transferred into questions and those questions evolved into the discussions we have today.
I love you, Dad.
Happy Father’s Day.