Why Can't I Use a Smiley Face by Roosh V

Author:Roosh V [V, Roosh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-03-07T00:00:00+00:00

The Casino

I told my dad that I was itching to play some blackjack. We had been to Atlantic City a couple times before many years earlier. He doesn’t go often, but when he does he plays somewhat big, enabling him to get complimentary rooms and meals. He asked me on a Tuesday if I wanted to go for a night, and on Wednesday morning we were on our way.

On the drive, I asked about his family in Iran. I was interested in knowing my roots and if the person I had become was mostly a product of being raised in America or mostly due to genetics. He told me about how his father was a wealthy landowner and one of the first to use mechanized farming methods. This increased yield and profits, enabling him to have four wives and twenty-four children, my dad being one of them.

My grandfather had wanted him to be a clergyman, but my dad was a class clown. He got kicked out of religious school and received a secular education, eventually doing well on an exam for eligibility to study abroad. He had two choices: the University of Tehran, which was where his father urged him to go, or a university in America. He didn’t want to disappoint his father, but he told his dad, “I have to find my own life.” He left at the age of nineteen, and only visited Iran twice before his father died.

He was the only one of twenty-four siblings to make it out of Iran. He was humble when I asked him if he was the “smartest” of the children, saying that others went on to become successful in their own right.

My mom had told me the story of his early years in America. In her words, “He was a big player. He slept with all the girls in the school. We’d be in the supermarket and he would want to avoid a line because a girl he knew was there. Even after we married, girls were still trying to stop by.”

So my dad had taken the risk of leaving his country to, at least for the short term, have fun with women. That sounded familiar.

The relationship with my dad changed after he suffered sudden hearing loss. It happened during my second trip to South America. Even with the most advanced hearing aid on the market, it’s tough for him to hear, so he depends a lot on reading lips. I have to talk loud and slow while making sure he can see me for him to understand. I’ve learned to give one-word answers when I would prefer to elaborate. The way I talk to him has become functional where I’m mostly exchanging information or facts instead of shooting the shit.

I could have talked his ear off about Europe, but now I only gave a couple brief observations and left it at that. With his condition, I learned that most of what we say to people is insignificant, but it rounds out the substance and creates the mood.

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