Close the Door Behind you! You’re letting the flies out!
As kids being kids, if we ran outside and left the door open—we heard: “Shut the door! Were you raised in a barn?”
Could have fooled me because when I was five, I thought we were a family of livestock the way I heard some adults speak.
Funny how in one breath we were told:, “If you don’t have something nice to say, keep your yap shut.” But then we heard the same grown-ups referring to people as animals. Usually barnyard four-legged creatures. That was my example in the classroom of life.
“Lazy-Cow……. Old sow……. Old goat……. Old buzzard”…and so on! (always Old).
“That old heifer needs to get out of the road!” …. I looked around expecting to see a cow blocking traffic, but all I saw was a two-legged person.
“My mistake. What could I possibly know at five?” I was only a kid.
Grownups were my teachers—my role models. They knew more.
“Just look at that couch potato, would you! If they sit there much longer, they are going to sprout!” Again, my head spun in circles wondering how a potato made it from the kitchen to the couch! Listening to grownups had me baffled.
Here is something a friend shared with me. She had struggled all her life with being overweight, saying she just never fit into the ‘mold.’ Her words: “I worked with a group of “thin” women. They talked openly about “fat” people ...calling them animal names. They snickered, then made some ‘oink’ sounds, oblivious to me sitting at the next lunch table! …After one such fat-bashing episode ... one woman came up to me and said ... “you know we aren’t talking about you, don’t you?”
“No of course not! Weighing 260 pounds, they couldn't be talking about me! After spending my childhood being called awful names, how I would love to be THAT weight again.”
Alone is no fun. Don’t we all want love and acceptance, having life and friends to enjoy?
That sweet lady went through life feeling alienated and alone. From then on, she was sure people were laughing at her. She held her head down most of the time and avoided looking up.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!” As kids, we parroted what we heard, but mean words did hurt. Cuts and bruises eventually heal, but wounds of the heart may take a lifetime. If at all. Many are never forgotten as the one hurt trudges through life. No one can see the wounded heart but for the tears that flow When no one is looking.
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