in but not of the bubble
Oct. 24th, 2002 03:23 amMy kid lives in a bubble. Not that she doesn't see things in the world around her and not that she doesn't know things I'd rather she didn't know just yet, but she still believes that her parents will eventually figure out what's wrong and fix it and that if the world isn't fair and things don't work out there's something wrong.
I'm an unlikely person to be making a bubble for anyone. if I ever lived in one, I don't remember it. Things didn't work out the way my folks wanted them to and they wanted us to have fewer illusions. I've always been suspicious of anything that looks as if it could turn out to be an illusion, because illusions are the easy way out, and I don't trust the easy way out.
Even if I do take the easy way out, I find a way to make it hard on myself, just to maintain the proprieties.
I was sitting on my daughter's bed earlier this evening, and she was working herself up into a state to get what she wanted, an adult to sleep with, and I'm afraid I wasn't terribly sympathetic, and then she started talking about how her tummy hurt, and I was all ready to dismiss that (because she is sometimes stricken with aches and pains at bedtime after bounding around like a gazelle up to the moment before) and I looked at her and she genuinely didn't look well.
Maybe she was just upset. In any case, if she wasn't sick before, she was working up to it. I got hurt, I had surgery, a kid who has a crush on her punched her in the stomach in the cafeteria last week, she's having a rough couple of weeks. She needs the pressure to go away for a little while.
So she's staying home tomorrow. I thought about how it's a bad precedent and how I don't want her to think she can just get out of things, but then I thought - it's not a precedent, it's not a judgment, it's not the rumblings of things to come, it isn't symbolic of shit. It's a second grader with a tummy ache. Let her read comics and eat ice cream and take a long nap and maybe play Snood and get sparkles and colored sand all over the living room. Whatever she needs out of being the only one who matters for a day, let her have it.
I can't think myself inside the bubble, but I'm starting to learn that it's important for it to be there.
I'm not sure what the point is of all this except that I'm seeing a lot of folks getting weary of the nasty tone political discussion has taken in these parlous times, and I think anyone who wants a day out looking at leaves or thumping pumpkins or scooting around a mall parking lot on the back of a shopping cart should immediately go do that very thing (well, wait til the sun comes up). Try and laugh a few times. Breathe until your lungs expand all the way for once.
I'm mostly doing this journal thing to get my say. I don't think I have a huge impact. This is far too micro a level for the politics of personal destruction to get involved, and if it does, it's a sign of something terribly wrong with the person who introduces it.
Not too much after people started reading this, I was visited by the proprietor of a politics-oriented blog, who tried his damndest to start a pissing match in my comments. Didn't get anywhere. Wrote something nasty in his blog. I sent an email asking why. He sent one back saying that he figured being rude and provocative would make me respond.
Spent a while feeling like I stepped barefoot on a slug.
Which I think is maybe the point after all - this is all tactical. This is a rhetorical technique. Rush Limbaugh is probably the sweetest talking guy you'd ever want to meet face to face, and Ann Coulter didn't get all the way through law school without learning to be civil (at least to authority figures). Hell, Michael Moore does it too. The point of the nastiness is to make people on the other side too disgusted to engage or too angry to engage calmly. Never get in a pissing match with someone who's not toilet trained, right?
So, nu, don't engage. Take a walk. Make something fancy for breakfast. Volunteer to drive people to the polls. Put a bumpersticker that says something rude about Our Fearless Leader on your garbage can. Delete any email that has a mis-spelled subject line and don't click on thatotherprick.blogjournaltopiaspot.com for a few days.
Entropy is only a problem in a closed system.
jmo, ymmv, :)
I'm an unlikely person to be making a bubble for anyone. if I ever lived in one, I don't remember it. Things didn't work out the way my folks wanted them to and they wanted us to have fewer illusions. I've always been suspicious of anything that looks as if it could turn out to be an illusion, because illusions are the easy way out, and I don't trust the easy way out.
Even if I do take the easy way out, I find a way to make it hard on myself, just to maintain the proprieties.
I was sitting on my daughter's bed earlier this evening, and she was working herself up into a state to get what she wanted, an adult to sleep with, and I'm afraid I wasn't terribly sympathetic, and then she started talking about how her tummy hurt, and I was all ready to dismiss that (because she is sometimes stricken with aches and pains at bedtime after bounding around like a gazelle up to the moment before) and I looked at her and she genuinely didn't look well.
Maybe she was just upset. In any case, if she wasn't sick before, she was working up to it. I got hurt, I had surgery, a kid who has a crush on her punched her in the stomach in the cafeteria last week, she's having a rough couple of weeks. She needs the pressure to go away for a little while.
So she's staying home tomorrow. I thought about how it's a bad precedent and how I don't want her to think she can just get out of things, but then I thought - it's not a precedent, it's not a judgment, it's not the rumblings of things to come, it isn't symbolic of shit. It's a second grader with a tummy ache. Let her read comics and eat ice cream and take a long nap and maybe play Snood and get sparkles and colored sand all over the living room. Whatever she needs out of being the only one who matters for a day, let her have it.
I can't think myself inside the bubble, but I'm starting to learn that it's important for it to be there.
I'm not sure what the point is of all this except that I'm seeing a lot of folks getting weary of the nasty tone political discussion has taken in these parlous times, and I think anyone who wants a day out looking at leaves or thumping pumpkins or scooting around a mall parking lot on the back of a shopping cart should immediately go do that very thing (well, wait til the sun comes up). Try and laugh a few times. Breathe until your lungs expand all the way for once.
I'm mostly doing this journal thing to get my say. I don't think I have a huge impact. This is far too micro a level for the politics of personal destruction to get involved, and if it does, it's a sign of something terribly wrong with the person who introduces it.
Not too much after people started reading this, I was visited by the proprietor of a politics-oriented blog, who tried his damndest to start a pissing match in my comments. Didn't get anywhere. Wrote something nasty in his blog. I sent an email asking why. He sent one back saying that he figured being rude and provocative would make me respond.
Spent a while feeling like I stepped barefoot on a slug.
Which I think is maybe the point after all - this is all tactical. This is a rhetorical technique. Rush Limbaugh is probably the sweetest talking guy you'd ever want to meet face to face, and Ann Coulter didn't get all the way through law school without learning to be civil (at least to authority figures). Hell, Michael Moore does it too. The point of the nastiness is to make people on the other side too disgusted to engage or too angry to engage calmly. Never get in a pissing match with someone who's not toilet trained, right?
So, nu, don't engage. Take a walk. Make something fancy for breakfast. Volunteer to drive people to the polls. Put a bumpersticker that says something rude about Our Fearless Leader on your garbage can. Delete any email that has a mis-spelled subject line and don't click on thatotherprick.blogjournaltopiaspot.com for a few days.
Entropy is only a problem in a closed system.
jmo, ymmv, :)