Feel Good 5 Friday … on a Saturday Night … Letting It All Out

Misrepresentations. Different Perspective. Not forthcoming. Not accurate. Untrue.

Just call it what it is … A lie. That’s what it is. Lie. When someone says something that’s not true it’s a lie. Doesn’t matter how they saw it play out in their head, if it’s not what actually happened then it’s a lie. Tired of sugarcoating it with the word untruthful.

Lie. Straight up.

You know what happened. I know what happened. Everyone there knows what happened the fact that a hurt ego is involved is no excuse to lie your way out of it.

Just recently I was reminded of how differently people see events unfold. It’s the same sunrise but it’s seen differently on the east side of town, then on the west side. They see it differently but fact is the sun came up. No way to argue with that, or so I thought. Big. Small. Whatever the size. One thing happened and then apparently there are two sides. One from there and one from here. No matter what your baggage is, doesn’t change the fact that the sun still rose in the morning, can’t be angry that the colors are not what you wanted them to be, you can’t change them just because you don’t like them when you retell the story. That’s not how it works.

It burns me out to be misrepresented and bad mouthed just because a person can’t handle facts.

I was lit up earlier in the week when I discovered a backstory going around and it angered me. It was based on a lie they told themselves in order to feel better about who they were as a person, a parent, a human being. They have this lie they hung onto in order to disparage others. What is that? Their old enough to know better, but this ego, this chip on their shoulder sends them into an alternate reality where neither them, nor their family can do no wrong. What is that?!

I mean when I mess up, when my kids mess up, I’m the first one up to bat to take responsibility. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, I actually take responsibility. Whether it’s embarrassing, sad, or troublesome you’ve got to just stand up and say, yeah we were in the wrong. That’s it. But doubling-down and changing the story doesn’t mean you actually changed how things happened. You didn’t. Just playing mind games and drinking poison yourself in hopes the other person gets sick.

But some people, they just don’t learn. They refuse to, just stuck in their victim-mentality when in fact they were the offenders. I don’t get how people can be so old, with lives lived, traveled, married, divorced, kids and still … still remain so obtuse. It’s never about them, always about someone else.

In listening to my playlist and hearing songs from back in the day, I realized people have always had this problem, they’re never at fault. So when someone calls them out, they can’t handle it, they’re so emotionally bankrupt that it doesn’t register and they make up a story, a rumor to make them feel better about behaving like such jerks. And they hold onto that lie, tighter and tighter as time goes on. The lie gets bigger and more engrained in the head. And the cycle begins again.

You keep your distance. You’re done with toxicity. You got the truth and facts on your side. So you feel at peace. And you enjoy the playlist. The Feel Good 5 Friday works even better on Saturday or Sunday. You turn the volume up and belt out those lyrics, feeling stronger and more empowered.

Buen Camino …

Club Nouveau — Rumors

Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers — Don’t Do Me Like that

Matchbox Twenty — She’s So Mean

Thompson Twins — Lies Lies Lies

Santana — Oye Como Va

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Lies … More Lies

Easter Bunny.

Tooth Fairy.

Santa Claus.

Lies. All lies.

I know that eventually they’re gonna catch up to me and bite me in the ass. So I tend to limit these experiences for my kids. Actually I had only mentioned St. Nick and they saw the Easter Bunny at an egg hunt.

But I think it’s parent code to make up Santa Claus. I mean you’ve got to have a stocking and the whole cookies and milk thing, even if you don’t have a chimney. But I’m not so sure about the other make believe characters. Those kind of need to go through pre-parent approval, a case-by-case basis, I imagine. But as you probably guessed sometimes that doesn’t happen.

His kindergarten teacher initiated the whole tooth fairy debacle when his tooth fell out in class, and now his first grade teacher has added another.

The Leprechaun. The St. Patrick’s Day Leprechaun.

Apparently his name is Liam and we needed to build a trap for him due this Friday.

 

Liam

 

I’d never built a trap for a fictitious dude before but we were to create it out of whatever household items we had on hand. Boxes, cups, colored paper, glitter, gold coins, and all that jazz. I was short on gold coins, but that’s why I love the 99 Cent store, they have everything.

During the planning phase it kind of snowballed into a big thing. My son seemed pretty excited about the whole project and his excitement escalated as our plans progressed. And I didn’t want to suck the air out of his balloon, so we found a way to make a trap that would catch this dude.

It’s not quite done, still under construction. He’s sneaky, bold, and stubborn. Nothing like The Lucky Charms dude I grew up with, who made things so magically delicious. But the thing is I knew the Lucky Charms was just a cartoon, just pretend. My teachers never elaborated and made up stories.

So I don’t know if I enjoy these extra liberties they’re taking. Just seems like more lies and more work to fix the remains of the bubble that will eventually burst. I understand that she’s trying to do something festive and fun in the classroom, but in the end it won’t be her explaining to my son that this is just another make-believe character meant to jazz up the holiday.

I mean it’s bad enough that the whole Santa Claus thing will happen and I’m preparing for that. But I’m the one who took the chance to introduce the jolly North Pole resident.

However, I didn’t O.K. Liam The Leprechaun or his trap.

Dude.

Lies … More lies.