Last night was the 8th night of Hanukkah and it was a particularly hard day for me as my mother passed away on the eighth night 12 years ago.
I don’t like to sound like a complainer, but losing both my parents stinks.
When you lose your parents, you inherit things. Sometimes good things, sometimes terrible things.
But today, I’ll focus on the non-materialistic things; things that you can’t put in a trust or a will and that definitely don’t need a lawyer:
1) Weakness for Chocolate
Both of my parents are to blame for this.
My thighs suffer the consequences.
2) My Dirty Mouth
I learned all my curse words from being in the backseat when my mother was driving in LA rush-hour traffic.
Yea, that shit rubbed off.
3) My Boobs (yes, I almost write “tits” because I’m terrible)
Obviously, my father had absolutely nothing to do with me inheriting some cleavage. Luckily, my dad wasn’t so fat that he sported moobs (man-boobs). But my mom had a bosom that was perfectly proportional to her body, just like me. Its like that porridge that Goldylocks from the Three Bears ate.
4) Ability to Be Outgoing
I totally got this from my mother as my dad wasn’t a total hermit, but he wasn’t the type to strike a conversation with anyone.
I pretty much will talk to anyone if I’m bored enough. Sometime, I hate that I’m like this because some people have trouble shutting up.
5) My Promptness
This one goes to my dad who’d pop a vein in his forehead if he were late.
I’m pretty much the same way.
And cue picture of a rabbit…
6) Embarrassing Math Skills
My mom takes full credit for this, as my dad was a math wiz.
Here’s an example of my math skills:
If Eden has seven oatmeal raisin cookies, how pissed off is she that they’re not chocolate chip?
7) Love of Airplanes
My dad used to be a pilot and my mom told me she always had a secret desire to be a flight attendant.
If I ever get super rich, I’m totally getting a plane.
8) Fearlessness (well… almost)
My parents battled their cancers to the very bitter end. They didn’t give in so quickly, they fought a good fight and in many ways they won because their courage lives on within me. This is nowhere near fighting a disease, but after years of dreaming, I finally took the plunge and started doing stand up comedy.
Don’t get too excited, I’m not funny enough to quit my day job just yet.
But you’ve got have a shitton of courage to get up there and convince people you’re hilarious.
When I look back at this list, I notice that there’s actually many things that I didn’t get from either of them and that are all my own. And although its kinda cool these things I inherited continue to live on, I’m really glad there are things about me that are uniquely mine.
Like my immature humor.
What did you inherit from your parents? Do you like/dislike what rubbed off?