I always get in trouble for things. Things that everyone else in our family does that nobody cares about. It is nothing new~ it has been happening since the day I was born. In fact, I can even predict when it is going to happen. Sometimes, even, one or two of my siblings will dare me to do something just so they can sit back and watch the outcome. This blog entry is one of those dares.
Tod: You are so dead.
Me: Yeah, and ?
Tod: YOU'RE SO DEAD. It's a good thing you're not coming for Thanksgiving or you'd be served up next to the steak and lobster.
Me: Oh please. Everyone should just be happy I am not a stripper.*
Tod: I dare you to blog that! I DARE you!
Years ago Lee wrote an article for Newsweek magazine about life with divorced parents (They Stole Our Childhood, 1983). Nobody got all mad at him. Tod has written many articles about growing up with (er, actually without) a total loser father and has even written in his own blog about using his childhood as inspiration for his stories. Our own mother wrote a book about life as a divorced parent. Yet, my little blog entry about how hard it is for kids (in general) with divorced parents to be shuttled between houses for holidays has sent family members (in general) over the edge.
I am not sure why my feelings or observations about things make people react so strongly. Maybe it's that whole denial thing. I am really happy with my life and I love my family members. And, I know that the events (both good and bad) that happened in my childhood are what make me ME. I am not angry about it now. I was, of course, I was. What is the point if I can't look back at events or reflect upon discussions with friends in similar situations and be present with it? What is wrong with saying I was sad once? What is wrong with realizing what situations make me feel icky and avoiding them? I am touched by strangers who read this blog and email me that my words moved them and that they relate to what I said. And I am sad that my family members (in general) seemed so shocked by memories of childhood holidays. But, really, family, you were there, did I look happy when I was 12? No girl does. We all have chronic PMS at that age. That's why Judy Blume books were so popular.
My dear family members (in general), remember that this is the Fearlessly Mixing the Media of Life and Art blog...not the Hide My Feelings From the World, Especially Anyone Who Has Ever Met Me blog.
*Of course, there's nothing wrong with being a stripper if that is what makes you happy. But, judging by the girl on Starting Over, stripping won't lead to a life of happiness...just lots o' cash.
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