Hasan said yesterday, “You love your parents…but no one really likes their parents. Like no one wants to actively support their dads run for presidency. It’s like if my dad, a guy who tries to return worn underwear to Costco, ran for president, I’d be like, ‘what are you doing?!'” Obviously, he was talking about Ivanka Trump, a smart progressive lady, supporting her dad, someone who embodies every ideal contradicting hers.
Anyways, the point of today’s post is not to ramble about politics or whatnot. A few days ago, I reached out to Ola Ayeni, founder of eateria which is a restaurant marketing app and service. I didn’t think I would hear back mostly because I am cold-writing him and also because I am a mere first year. Much to my surprise, I heard back the next day with Ola offering to meet me on Friday. I haven’t had much success in reaching out to people, so I was really pleased that Ola was so responsive. With this good news in mind, I enthusiastically called my mom.
Now, some context. I don’t normally share details of my life with my mom, because I find that I usually don’t receive the response I am hoping for. Despite this, my mom and I are very close, but I find it hard to share some aspects because she is not the most receptive person. But I was really happy today. And wanted to share this. So I called her and told her. Much to my dismay, she questioned whether I was making the right decision to pursue marketing in the food industry. Whether it would okay for me to Uber downtown to meet someone I’ve never met.
I know mothers have that innate reflex to make sure their kids are always safe above anything, so I should have been more understanding, but I also thought my mom would be more excited for me? I don’t know. Parents are so strange. You love them, but it’s hard to grasp why they do the things they do somethings.