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thoughtful Caught a few minutes of Nanny 911 today. Wow. Have two kids and suddenly I am fascinated by child-rearing reality television. I don't fear change
There's this thing that pushed my buttons- a 5 year old cry/whining about something in an obviously theatrical and artificial manner. gurk! Strangle!
I like children. I love my own. I have some amount of patience and understanding. But catching a child >pretending< to cry flips me out. Its one of those buttons. If a kid threw a tantrum and hit me I'd not be bothered. But the waah bit just tweaks me.
The other day a 47 year old co-worker theatrically and exaggeratedly leaped back from me as I roughly laid down my half of a 400 pound roll of paper. 47. Jumping as if he feared to lose a limb. To make me think I had done something wrong. 47 years old.
This morning, the same guy spilled three pallets high of materials off a forklift right in front of me. I was a good 7 feet away as I stopped to pick up something on the floor. Had I not it would have at least bumped into me, maybe pinned me. Over a Ton altogether. 2000 pounds. He did not say sorry.
How do you get that brain? Its like that brain that claims with a straight face that "Auschwitz was a hollywood-like movie set to falsify evidence of internment of the Jews in WWII, so that Americans could...send money to Jews worldwide to support their causes....". Or that brain that goes "I can take my 5 year old to Star Wars Episode III"
Fear ME for I am RAMBLOR, Poster of Rants!!
July 19 2005, 12:25:52 UTC 6 years ago
I think that if that had been my daughter, I'm not sure I could've stopped myself from smacking her. I certainly wouldn't have put up with it, regardless. That would drive me crazy.
And I'm glad you're not dead! And I complain about my heavy lifting... the 80 pound wheeled exhibit cases I have to drag around occasionally...