For years, whatever happened, I had only one thing to say: “You don’t get to tell me what to do here!” Of course, it was fun, it wasn’t meant to be aggressive or degrading to anyone, it was really only a bloody sentence to say something not appropriate in every situation.
We laughed a lot about it – I remember one occasion when I was in a hotel with Csino, a very good friend of mine, and I don’t know how, but something brought up the line: Simon meets God, and when God wants to say something, Simon says: you don’t get to tell me what to do here!
OK, now that doesn’t sound so funny, but back then it was. I can’t explain it why, but it was. Maybe we were drunker then than now, but I remember that it happened in the morning – although that does not rule out being the alcohol.
Anyway, I have always had some kind of favourite words or expressions, sentences through my life, these things have been following me.
The newborn thinks like that
Maybe I used that too many times or whatever, but it seems like it now comes back to haunt me in some ways. The boy, Mathieu (that is his nickname, his real name will be Máté Bendegúz), probably lies in my wife’s belly, enjoying himself showing the common sign with his hand and singing: You don’t get to tell me what to do here!
He is five days late now, and doesn’t show any signs about entering the world. Well, I do understand him sometimes, but that’s a different story. I am persuading him to come to us as soon as possible, but he seems like not giving a shit.
That’s my boy!
I would love to hold him, but it seems like I have to wait a bit more. If nothing happens until Monday, Dóri has to move to the hospital and they will start the process. Manually or how to say it.
…or it is just a prank
The only other option about the boy not being here I can imagine is a prank. The greatest prank ever. Sometimes I imagine that suddenly Dóri jumps in front of me, she pulls the pillow from under her t-shirt, the cameras will show up – and everyone laughs when Dóri shouts: You’ve been bloody pranked, this is a 9-months prank, bloody hell!
OK, I can be an idiot every now and then, right?
So, the thing is, the boy is simply sending a message to us: I am not like what you are used to. That is gonna be a hell of a ride, get ready, guys!
And I am ready.