This is an attempt to channel my inner “girl.” I usually don’t feel like she’s so far off, but this weekend I spent time with 3 little girls & my Inner Cutie Pie retreated. Don’t get me wrong. That doesn’t mean that I suddenly became The Grinch That Stole Sugar & Spice. By no means. What I’m referring to is the difficulty to identify with the sheer ridiculousness of the behavior exhibited by these children.
As a child—hell, now even—I understood that I was representing my mother/parents whenever I was outside of our home. This meant that my behavior was to be as good as it was for my parents, & then some. I went out of my way to do things in the homes of others that I didn’t want to do at home. It was expected of me to do the dishes at home & so I resented
These children behaved like Gremlins after dark on speed & taking shots of Red Bull. Did I paint an adequate enough picture for you? Filter-less, expectations free, sans built-in requirements, & completely without any understanding that they are not free agents but members of families, these children ran amok EVERYWHERE. Keep in mind, amok to me may look very different to you or the next person based on how you were raised. THIS is the key, though. HOW are they being raised???? Apparently, they’re being raised in such a way that this behavior is typical, to be expected & causing no concern to those who raise them. If it bothered them they’d work to correct it, right? I would posit that it doesn’t bother them because they too behave in adult versions of this same ratchetness.
How else would it make sense to treat waiters like 4th class citizens, despite them being adults & you being…12??? How else would it make sense to shout out the window of your teacher’s car at pedestrians in attempts to scare them out of being…ugly??? How else would it make sense to steal earrings from the festival your teacher took you to in order to expose you to something new??? I could go on & freakin’ on
Like I said, I feel like I’ve lost my Inner Cutie Pie. No…I feel more like these rugrats (& I’m tryna keep it clean & professional here) have bound & gagged her & thrown her in the trunk. Lil Cutie Pie is trying desperately to free her hands to find the release button that’s supposedly in trunks these days to rescue self from the random trunk-napping. As these little girls prepare to go home, the trunk has been opened and the restraints removed from Cutie. But she’s scared & shell-shocked & not sure it’s safe to even come out. With these beaded beauties I’m trying to lure her out into the open to breathe some fresh air, drink in the sunshine & reminisce with me on the good ol’ days when children—at least [most of] the 1’s I knew—were clear about how “you bet’ not embarrass me outside'a this house.” & then you didn’t.
Watch me move.
Post Script-I guess I'm not the only one. Apparently LaShaun Williams over at Madame Noire is wondering the same thing. Check it out here.