story time

Maybe it's because my family is too Indian, but we don't really have many memories that are associated with storytelling. The best I can do is a an old video of what I think was my birthday party from when I was four years old. Some context is necessary for the significance of this story to make sense. As a kid, and even now, I didn't express my wants. Whenever we'd go outside and my dad would ask do you want this or do you want that, I'd consistently say no, even if its something I wanted. I'm not sure where that behavior started, but it's something that has stuck with me until now.

This video takes place twenty or so minutes before guests started to arrive for the party. You could see little me crying and complaining that we still didn't have a cake. My dad was filming him teasing me by asking why I wanted a cake. I snarkly responded with "I want a cake! Don't ask too many questions!" I think that was most assertive I've ever been in my life, and I don't think anything will top that. 

Considering how young I was in this story, I don't believe that it's fair or accurate to pull out and significance from it. Likewise, this story isn't something that is told often, honestly, I don't even remember the last time I heard it, but it usually is said just to poke fun at me during the time around my birthday. 

But I can say that the third person point of view, in relation to me, makes it so much funnier. We'll never know what was running through my young mind. 

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