Warm Up Blog

Now I want to say this first, I don’t want to seem like I’m ranting on and on, but this is a touchy subject that I haven’t gotten over. This is from one of our warm up’s from last class. Tell about an event which made you angrier than anything that ever happened to you before or since. Here’s my story.
A time that made me really angry was when I was in Thailand and I was very lonely and feeling very lost. I was around 18 years old. I had recently moved to the big city of Bangkok and had my cousin-in-law (Lam) living with me. My parents wanted someone around to watch over me. I just started competing in the Miss Thailand World competition which I spent a lot of my time going to sponsors events and temples and photo shoots all day and all night. I was so exhausted from lack of sleep and becoming anorexic. I was also in the middle of shooting my biggest commercial I’ve ever done, Nivea lotion. Both activities were cutting into my time and causing a lot of problems. Lam went to almost all of my activities with me. One day when I was extremely exhausted, homesick and tired of the craziness day after day, I called my dad back at home in Illinois and talked to him. I would cry my eyes out when I talked to my dad on the phone and this time was no exception. I needed supportive feedback since most of the people I saw on a daily basis had nothing good to say. Lam and I were in a taxi cab to my place from the commercial, and I was chatting away with my dad. The first thing Lam has to say to tell me to tell my dad is “Tell your dad that I need more money”. My first thought was she’s crazy! To think that I was going to say that to my dad was absurd. I have never once asked for money from my parents, and the fact that she asked for more money when my parents send her a couple hundred bucks a month was ridiculous. I looked at her and didn’t say anything when really what I wanted to do was strangle her. And to think she could say that to me just ticked me off. When we got home to my apartment she asked me why I cry when I talk to my dad on the phone and not when I talk to my mom. It’s not that I don’t get emotional when I talk to my mother; it’s just that we argue more than we have “moments”. Back to the story, Lam’s exact question is what set me off the most. She asked “Why don’t you ever cry when you talk to your mom? You must not love her do you?” Even though it was in a form of a question, it still hurt like a blow to the face. Her crude attitude just made me take my phone and call my dad again and cry some more. That one sentence was my turning point towards her, I used to have such respect for her and now I cannot stand her anymore. I needed support and compassion during those days and to have my family lash at me was unnecessary. After my parents found out how rude she was we had a discussion to kick her out, because she wasn’t doing me any good living with me. She stayed in my apartment all day while I worked at a hospital and did commercials and competitions. I would pay for all of the transportation and expenses while she did nothing but get a paycheck every month from my parents. To this day she has not apologized for her rude behavior and yelling at my family, but the lesson learned here is to choose your words wisely.