Does anyone relate to the following:
In a family of three or more children there's a good chance that their might be one that's a bit off. It doesn't matter if him/her is the middle, eldest or youngest child, their will be one of those children that's going to have some weird personality trait that will make him/her worthy of the psycho-kid / weird-little girl/boy / black lamb label. From my experience as a middle child (third of four) and from stories I've heard from friends, co-workers and total strangers I've come up with a list of different personalities or personal tags that might be found in those little "angels" that bring us headaches and social embarassment:
1. The Ego-centric: typical to a weird kid is the need for attention, so much so that they will go to all types of things, regardless of their age, to get the attention of the people that surround them. This is the key behavior in the problem child, that desire to get your attention. They don't care if they steal their siblings thunder, and they don't really care of the consequences, as long as they get those 15 minutes they're good for the day. They stop at nothing, with utter disregard for their close ones social/work/love life; they demand attention and they want it now. If someone should desire to get back at them, the silent treatment always work (whether they're adults or not). In today's society we know these folks as dramatic royalty.
2. The Oedipus: here's the kid that cannot take themselves away from their opposite sex parental figure. They're extremely jealous and won't let their other siblings interfere in the special "bond" they've made with that figure. These are usually your daddy's girl, which eventually turns out to be slutty, or your mamas boy who turns out to be a codependent crybaby.
3. The brat: this one is a personal favorite, because at one time I was in danger of becoming one. The brat gets created when there is too much favoritism and lies between the parents and one particular child. They get accustomed to getting everything they set their eyes at, so it makes for a cocky adult, who thinks he/she can get away with everything since they don't really know what losing is like. People love making the brat lose at competitive games, and then humiliate them; I personally love just humiliating a brat at social events where it is too obvious for them to deny what happened, and their egos get a cruel beating from reality. Why am I so good at that? Remember "know thy enemy".
4. The Egoist: This one resembles the brat, but should not be confused with him/her. The brat gets what he wants whether it is physical or abstract, or else he/she throws a fit. The egoist wants everything for him/herself and will not share it with anyone, and if he/she likes something you have, he/she will take it from you and claim it as his/her own. The egoist is a real dick/bitch, as they will sometimes present themselves as normal children until they see something they want and won't share. You know the type, when during lunch break that little idiot didn't share M&M's, but had the never to ask for your homework (and God forbid you would deny him/her of that).
So there you have it, a compilation of the black lambs I managed to gather from personal experience. If you can relate to any of these personalities I suggest you get some help, if you feel like they resemble a close member of your family, a friend or foe, procede with extreme caution and remember to be the bigger person. If dealing with a child remember to be patient and condescending, they really hate it when they look stupid.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Lost and Outspoken
After the completion of my first week since returning from my training abroad I've experienced a couple of things that are worth posting here. And without further delays here they are:
1. I've gotten sick of some people that expect me to do stuff for them while they don't do the same for me; so much that some of the things I've said to them this week were brutally honest, and I know now that they might not want to speak to me. I could really care less, how should I be speaking to people that felt bad because I got a good job?
2. While in the U. S. I stopped at a Wal-Mart and picked up a 1 liter water bottle because I needed something like that for working out. On tuesday night I returned from the gym and left this water bottle on top of my kitchen counter. On wednesday after returning from work I decided to head to the gym; while looking for my water bottle I noticed that it wasn't where I left it, nobody saw anything. Saturday I spoke with the cleaning lady and she told me that it was there on wednesday when she left (she usually leaves around 5pm); which is good because that confirmed that I brought it home. Long story short, this experience has made me feel like I can't have my own stuff around my house because if I do, and someone likes it, it will suddenly dissappear and I won't see it again. And you know what? Apparently I deserve it for working my ass off and getting stuff I like. The worst part of this is the bit of hope that I have of finding it at home, which is driving me freaking bonkers.
3. After noticing my outspokeness I've apologized to some people that hugely (strangely) misinterpreted some of my comments. The apology stops there though, as it may happen that they could expect explanations for my behaviour at the moment, when there's no need for me to share that with them, or anyone else, because it is clearly no one elses business.
That's pretty much it, so much for my return experience.
1. I've gotten sick of some people that expect me to do stuff for them while they don't do the same for me; so much that some of the things I've said to them this week were brutally honest, and I know now that they might not want to speak to me. I could really care less, how should I be speaking to people that felt bad because I got a good job?
2. While in the U. S. I stopped at a Wal-Mart and picked up a 1 liter water bottle because I needed something like that for working out. On tuesday night I returned from the gym and left this water bottle on top of my kitchen counter. On wednesday after returning from work I decided to head to the gym; while looking for my water bottle I noticed that it wasn't where I left it, nobody saw anything. Saturday I spoke with the cleaning lady and she told me that it was there on wednesday when she left (she usually leaves around 5pm); which is good because that confirmed that I brought it home. Long story short, this experience has made me feel like I can't have my own stuff around my house because if I do, and someone likes it, it will suddenly dissappear and I won't see it again. And you know what? Apparently I deserve it for working my ass off and getting stuff I like. The worst part of this is the bit of hope that I have of finding it at home, which is driving me freaking bonkers.
3. After noticing my outspokeness I've apologized to some people that hugely (strangely) misinterpreted some of my comments. The apology stops there though, as it may happen that they could expect explanations for my behaviour at the moment, when there's no need for me to share that with them, or anyone else, because it is clearly no one elses business.
That's pretty much it, so much for my return experience.
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