Had an age fight?

If you are one of the "smart" kids in a family of two,(which basically means you are smarter than your sibling) you must have had many many many talks with your parents. Well, for boys there are the usual soccer game discussions where you and your dad argue about a player who you will typically never see, unless of course you plan on going abroad someday. Most of these discussion often end up with one party rather frustrated as a result of being down-talked or watered down by the other party. Typically,that would be the son, who will lose, not by virtue of ignorance but by virtue of age.

So age rules and I have had one too many instances where age has thoroughly condemned me to eternal(actually temporary) frustration which has resulted in near tears-Big Boys Don't Cry, no pun intended. Today I was heading to work which is actually an internship that has now become an unavoidable ritual, seated on the co-driver's side of my father's Prado-yes we own a big car.Anyway, the other night my dad had said something about a queer smell coming from my room and I had ridiculously looked at him saying there was no smell in my room but after he had insisted I gave up knowing that age would work against me anyway so he won a battle that was more a matter of how efficient our noses were, rather than how old our noses have been around this world.You would think that new brooms sweep clean so a younger noses would pick out a smell better than an old one but noooooooo, age comes in.

So this morning the issue came up again. "Brian,I want to ask you something." my dad said. My mind went "Oh crap!Age is going to win again!" I knew this would be one of those lectures that the smart ones in the family needs to keep them in line since the family's pride lies on their shoulders.Typically the next question was whether I was smoking.Okay, maybe I said that too casually.I was not surprised because being the genius I am, I had figured this out since yesterday so I just sat there and counted how many minutes I had to where I dropped off hoping the traffic would ease up so that I will have served my sentence of "parental advice until you drop off".As any typical teenager I was defensive and like any typical argument AGE again took over and the younger one had to listen to the elder one.I gave a lame reason for 'the smell' saying that maybe my amp had blown but again the more you defend yourself the guiltier you are(another concept I have come up with)

I finally reached my dungeon of toil and I had never been so relieved to arrive at work so early in the morning. I'm not sure I was on the right or wrong but I have learnt to avoid arguments where I will definitely lose eventually due to the age factor. I think I will go find myself a kid who is 13 years and impose my age factor on them too, maybe I can blow off all the steam on them too!