u/Legal_Expression2797

The show is shit and annabeth isn’t black!!!!

Fuck you rick riordan and annabeth isn’t black

My Asian mom can’t speak English properly and acts very helpless. I have to translate for her and often my translations come off rude when I don’t mean to. I’m literally just translating what she says. I couldn’t care less about the work.

I once did this for a landscaper, let’s call him Mark, who came to our house. He does a good job and comes to my other uncles and aunts houses in the area. Recently he told one of my aunts that I talk really rudely to him. He’s coming round tomorrow and my mom said to me “so and so said that Mark said you speak rudely to him, speak nicely to him this time”.

It’s just frustrating to me and makes me upset because I make it a whole thing to be polite to anyone.

Also what I said, I think, which came across as rude was my mom wanted him to put a couple of wooden planks up somewhere and I said to him (translating for my mother and half jokingly) “it shouldn’t cost that much right?” And when I said this he got mad at me.

I’m not sure if it’s my mother’s rude translations, my social anxiety or the landscaper being weird or all of the above.

Just a weird situation that I’d rather not be apart of. I’ve told my mother she can direct him to do what she wants. I don’t want to be apart of it. He does the same thing every year now anyway. I’m just annoyed that I’m the one who comes off rude when I’m just translating for my mother.

Any feedback welcome. I wrote this in about 5 mins. I’d love to extend it into a full story. Should I continue? I am not a writer at all. How are my descriptions etc?

Context: Keith, 31, is waiting at the alter on his wedding day. There is some history with his best man Gareth…

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And then I saw her. She looked absolutely ravishing. Her brown hair was glowing in the sun, shaped into delicate curls that were framing her face. Her eyes were twinkling grey, almost as if they were reflecting the colour of the sun and clouds around us. Automatically I felt some warm tears flood my eyes. I couldn’t help it. That woman is going to be my wife. As the violinists started to play, her left arm was interlinked with her father and they began slowly walking down. But then something else caught my eye. Gareth. He was in a cotton grey suit with a pink tie. Matching with all my grooms men, however, he looked quite distinct. Standing tall, with his hands crossed in the middle, he was looking at me. And I was looking back. His shoulders looked extra broad packed in the well fitted blazer. An overwhelming elation and warmth came over me. I didn’t understand it. His blue eyes, surrounded by his dark thick eyelashes and eyebrows, were piercing into me. Even when I looked away, I knew he was staring right at me. The expression on his face seemed stressed and intense. The creases on his forehead were deep. It’s as if he was trying to communicate with me…

Context: it’s the main characters (Keith 31) wedding day and the bride is walking down the aisle. I’m not a writer but this is something I whipped up in a few mins.

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And then I saw her. She looked absolutely ravishing. Her brown hair was glowing in the sun, shaped into delicate curls that were framing her face. Her eyes looked sparkling grey, almost as if they were reflecting the colour of the sun and clouds around us. Her eyes were twinkling. Automatically I felt some warm tears flood my eyes. I couldn’t help it. That woman is going to be my wife. As the violists started to play, her left arm was interlinked with her father and they began slowly walking down. But then something else caught my eye. Gareth. He was in a cotton grey suit with a pink tie. Matching with all my grooms men, however, he looked quite distinct. Standing tall, with his hands crossed in the middle, he was looking at me. And I was looking back. His shoulders looked extra broad packed in the well fitted blazer. An overwhelming elation and warmth came over me. I didn’t understand it. His blue eyes, surrounded by his dark thick eyelashes and eyebrows, were piercing into me, even when I looked away, I knew he was staring right at me. The expression on his face seemed stressed and intense. The creases on his forehead were deep. It’s as if he was trying to communicate with me…