Day FORTY SEVEN : Father & son

Day Forty Seven : February 18, 2010 : Thursday

Hey there...

Yeah. I'm sort of depressed right now.

So I went to go tell Isidor a piece of my mind last night, right? And I did. Well, I tried. And before anyone gets any wrong ideas, I didn't cowardly run away. No sir. I am a brave man, so I've discovered. Galileo Frias is no coward. But... he's a caring Apollonian.

Just when I was about to explode on him, I heard him sulking and things. And... I didn't want to shout at a crying old man! (He's in his 30's) What kind of horrible person would do that?? Well... He shouted at me and called me delusional when I became hysterical and started crying... But that doesn't count. I mean, he's already a decided horrible person, right?
Well anyways, he was embarrassed and things because I saw him crying again. And he started rambling about something I didn't understand. And then he told me that I was a very patient person. I disagreed with him, but he just told me that I was being humble. (Really, though. I'm not patient.) And then he confessed to me that he was being really hard on me, and that he's aware that he's bossy and things. And he praised me for withstanding that...

I was about to explode on him, though. Good thing I'm patient.

And then he began crying more, and I wanted to panic, but I didn't because I wanted to keep my cool in front of him. Because I'm obviously a better person than Isidor. And he started going on about wanting to leave this island and go to his wife. And then he started becoming hopeless and things, and he's infected me because I'm being gloomy right now. And then he went on and on and bloody on about this person, Kurt. It took me a looong time before I realized that Kurt is his dead son. He said some stuff about not loving and caring for Kurt enough, and not giving him the future he deserved.
I've never seen anyone cry that much in my life before. I thought he'd be dehydrated and die and leave me alone in the island before he finished crying. But he just went on and on about this great feeling of guilt he had towards Kurt. And I started feeling guilty as well even though I knew it's not our fault.

He also asked me how I felt about my father. At first, I didn't know what to say, because I never knew my father. And then, I considered lying. I had this great story about me and a fictional father in my head. But then, I decided to tell the truth. Because one, he told me his story, he deserved to know mine. And second, I'm an Apollonian. We don't lie. I mean, we can, but we're not allowed to. Apollo is the God of truth and prophecy, after all.
So I told him that I never knew my father, and Isidor started looking at me with pity. Which irritated me. I am not someone to pity. I have a mother!! But he changed the subject and asked why I wanted to come to Jupiter. I told him about my journey and luckily he took me seriously. But then he said, "Yeah, you need it kid. You're a mess."

I suddenly remembered why I came to him.

He told me that maybe I have an "Identity Crisis" (There's a name for it?!) because I never knew my father. Confidence is learnt from fathers, he said. Confidence is not an issue for me, though. I'm just not sure who I am...
Eew. That sounds gay.

And then he said the strangest thing. He offered to be my father.

Whuuuuuttt???? No one offers to be someone's father. NO ONE. It's just plain weird. I appreciate it, but I don't really think I need a father right now. I couldn't reject his offer, though. I must've taken some guts to say that. And I didn't really want to hurt his feelings... So I didn't say anything. He took it as a yes and hugged me. A manly father-son hug.

We just kept talking and talking until we never got to sleep. It was lunch time and we were still talking. It was sort of fun. He taught me how to strangle someone correctly. And he also taught me this strange fighting style. He said that ones we get out of this island, he'll go drinking with me. Alcohol? No-uh. He laughed when I refused to go drinking.
HA! If he thinks I've never gotten drunk before in my life then he is completely right! I am allergic to that stuff!!

We slept at 2 pm and forgot about hard labour. I woke up at 6 pm and here I am now... depressed.... And I'm not sure why...