Sorry for the late entry again today. July 16th 2024. Spent most of today benchmarking my P14s, continuing to transfer needed files, and helping my parents with reorganizing the laundry storage room. At about 5:00 my Aunt Kun called and asked if I was free, and I said yes. Well, if you've never been in a 3 hour call, count yourself lucky. The first two hours passed surprisingly fast since I was transcribing some of her comments and speech for her book about living under the Khmer Rouge regime, but the third hour got political quick and was packed with shoddy reasoning. I was essentially mute the entire three hours, but the third hour really soured me. The 1-2-3 mental leap from growing up in communist Cambodia, to God, to American conservatism was both incredible to witness for the first 15 minutes and a slog for the rest. This third hour actually seemed to have more pacing, and whatever periods of slowdown or silence were completely gone and I couldn't make comments or interject at all. Just 8 minutes after the third hour she wrapped up and let me go, and I'm sure she saw the time as well since she asked if I had a headache from listening. (I didn't, actually, but generally felt meh by the end of this marathon.) One of these days I'm just going to start rambling back. Dinner rolled around in 20 minutes and my mom and my uncles were prepping Korean BBQ which was delicious, and my fatigue had cleared up nicely by the end of it.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391