Bet Wetting
I think this is going to be a long post but first a disclaimer. I don’t think I should feel the need to frame my own posts but I don’t want anyone who knows me to misunderstand what I’m writing. The sole purpose of this entry is the same as the windshield wiper guy entry which didn’t need an explanation but because this deals with people I know I feel I must.
I write a journal entry only to write something and if that something happens to be an event in my life then that’s what I will write. If it’s a story then it’s that.
There is no further meaning beyond this post, it’s not an open letter, it’s just to practice writing.
I’m not a ‘get to together person’, I don’t really like socialising, and I’m a difficult person to get along with. I would truly rather not have a friend then putting to up with some kind of friction between us. I know this but for some reason I still go to an event from time to time and hang around with people I don’t really like. Today I did this.
I’m also the kind of person who likes poking fun at others, I’ll even laugh hysterically if it’s a really good jibe against me and I’m not the kind of person who treats children like little idiots who need protecting. Sure a 4 year old shouldn’t be hearing some of the conversations meant for adult’s ear, although some parents treat them like they’re not even in the room most of the time, and a 6 year old may not get the difference between a joke and a factual statement. But a ten year old, whom by the way thinks he can get away with most comments because his mother lets him and I am talking about someone in particular here, should have a well enough developed sense of self to be able to participate in a jibe.
Some will disagree with me on this and I say to them, go to work and look around for that group of people that really get on your nerves because every time you say something like ‘how about some coffee with that sugar’ they run to the boss or the other group members to complain about you being inappropriate.
Yes, some people have had it bad, gay people and women would be on the top of that list, but the average pre-middle aged white guy? No! I know I sound old when I say this but their used to be a lot of joking going on at work places and you might remember that or have heard your older sibling reminisce of those times but now the cry babies have taken everything and turn it into ‘it MIGHT hurt peoples feelings’. Do you know what would have happened as little as even 10 or 15 years ago? Your boss would have politely told you to grow up. Now days you can find yourself suspended from work for make a joke as lame as the coffee one. This does not make life better for anyone! Even those super sensitive skirt clingers find themselves without work friends because of their over sensitivity, WE as a society are not doing our kids a favour by shielding them in this way.
Yes I know, ‘what’s the big deal’. For the most part nothing, baby wa wa’s will always be singled out and either ignored or teased in other ways and I think justifiably so. WE as a society should be teaching our kids to live in the real world not a dream land where everyone is nice to everyone else and no one makes a bad joke. By the way raising them in that way doesn’t make the world a better place it just paints a big target on your kids back.
Teachers can and will only protect your kids until high school, after that the super sensitive ones will be brutalised. Sure you can go to the school tell them that your kid’s being picked on, get the other parents involved but that will only lead to the other kid’s friends joining in on ganging up on them and maybe even the other kid’s parents will snicker behind their hands at you. I would laugh at you outright. Some words and phrases have been outright outlawed in schools and maybe justifiably so but a tween calling another tween Paully Prissy Pants and it becoming an issue is laughable in the extreme.
Calling someone a bed wetter and that being blown out of proportion is nearly stomach turning and makes me loose my faith in humanity all over again. This is the topic of my rant today, bed wetting.
My eldest cousin was a bed wetter and might still be for all I know but being in his twenties I think he’s outgrown it. We all made a little bit of fun of him, even the mother I will mention later, who by the way may not have said much but said the most insulting. When I say we made fun of him, for the most part it wasn’t really jibing, it was mostly bring it up in a joking way and then offering a possible solution, like don’t drink after 6. Most of the comments were made when he wasn’t around, something I would never do. I will not make fun of someone behind their back.
He was never really disturbed by it, in fact before we made it into a joke he’d hide his PJs and underware, after it became a subject of friendly jibe he just put them and his sheets in the wash machine. Most of the jokes were taken in a way they were intended and while he did become upset at times it was never a running issue. He even gave as good as he got at times. His sister though was not as good natured and when she was the target of fun she would scream and stomp up the stairs, even though she poked at her bother more then anyone.
She however was not coddled and eventually grew out of the extreme reaction becoming tolerant of being teased, although unlike her brother and myself never really found the getting as fun as the giving.
One of the subjects of this rant, this kid I’m related to, doesn’t have it as good. I was actually making fun of my cousin at the time in an attempt to make the kid laugh and succeeding at that point when I said he wetted the bed until he was twelve. The kid replied ‘so I I’m ten and I wet the bed’. He said it in such an off handed way that it stunned me for a minute. I told him that he shouldn’t be saying that in public.
At that point the mother stepped in. The mother that said, my cousin had emotional problems and that it wasn’t normal for an eight, ten, twelve, year old to wet the bed. And yes she did say it throughout those ages, it wasn’t a paraphrased quote. The one that said, that his mother must be doing something to cause it. The one that said he was doing it to act out. I could go on but it would get annoying and take up a quarter of the page.
The following is paraphrased because I don’t really want to directly quote what was said but it is almost exactly word for word.
She said, it wasn’t something he should be ashamed of and that it wasn’t nice to make fun of him for it.
I said, his friends were going to tear into him if he said it as bluntly to them as he said it to us.
She said that we’re his family and that it took real self confidence to say it to all of us and look how much he trusts us.
I said, I was the last person the kid should trust, that I make fun of everyone and everything and that I was family and did that.
She then went off on a tangent. She said, it was a condition and that his bladder wasn’t growing as fast as he was.
I said that it didn’t mater why.
She said, I could be nicer and more considerate.
I told her that she knew I wasn’t going to be.
She said, that maybe she wasn’t going to let her kids see me.
I said, so.
She said then she’d have to see if I was going to be someone and then not go there.
I said ok. I told her that her trying to guilt me wasn’t going to work and that I really didn’t care if them or her were in my life.
She said she wasn’t trying to guilt me.
I dismissed that as a lie.
She said fine.
At that point her little tantrum was contained. I continued to joke with the kid but because of his mother’s outburst he felt he could become insulting, something he is with me most of the time anyways, and turn everything into a chance to be offended and standoffish. After about ten minutes she left making a point to say goodbye to everyone twice except for me. I try not to be a complete bitch all the time so I held my laugher till they left.
I mist point out that nothing was ever directed at him at any time and he laughed at all the stuff my cousin went through, particularly him not wiping his own bum until 12. The mother reacted to that by saying she thought it was sad. All I did was tell him not to say it in public which I think he shouldn’t do. Its one thing not to be ashamed of something, it’s another to announce it.
People aren’t, or at least shouldn’t, be ashamed of masturbating, that doesn’t mean they should tell a room full of people they wanked last night. Being ashamed of something and that something being private are two different things. Before you call wetting the bed and masturbating unrelatable I have one things to say, ‘hairy palms’, if you don’t know what that is and still want to say they are not the same thing, f.u.c.k. o.f.f. you idiot.
This should have been explained to the kid and I would have in the next instant if it wasn’t for the insecure I’ll paint my own problems onto my son mother.
I want to point something out and it’s endemic to a lot of parents. Analytically speaking what she did was tell me how to behave with her son and because I refused to agree she became upset, defensive, and progressively more aggressive when I would not concede to what she was saying. I know this doesn’t score me any points what so ever but I’m family and not being malicious, ten year olds on the play ground are neither. Ten year old boys are the worst little bastards on the planet, watch South Park. The show might be a little sensationalised but all the swearing and name calling happens. Everyday every ten year old boy insults and calls his friends names and does worse to not friends. YOUR son gangs up with his friends and teases someone mercilessly.
Girls do even worse but that’s another story, I’ll just say that every low self esteem stripper and enabler in an abusive relationship does not only have their parents to thank.
Parents will never be able to tell other people how to behave around their kids, EVER. The schools are very limited in what they can do. When a parent goes to a school and the bullying seems to stop it doesn’t. The bully has become worse and basically told your kid that they are a wuss because they proved themselves to be a sissy and got them in trouble. I know because I was a bully and yes, may still be to some extent. You can’t blame the parents either, my mother did not encourage me to be a bully and I was punished nearly constantly for those kinds of things. I just waited till I wasn’t being punished any longer then did what I wanted again. I was actually stupid in that regard because I never tried to hide anything I ever did.
I was sent to all kinds of programs to ‘help me see that I really didn’t dislike this other person it was something inside’. No! People like Michael were dorks and deserved to get leafs shoved down their paints. The point is I’m actually a kind person and I was still the kid that would have picked on your kids. Out in the real world beyond your door there are unkind people willing to hurt your kids and for no other reason then they can and there is nothing you can do about it so grow up and live in reality.
I’ve gotten off topic and I want to rap up.
Most people would say that the mother was justified in saying what she said and acting the way she did. They would also say that I should have apologised for unintentionally hurting the kid’s feelings and actually explain the difference between shame and privacy. I say FUCK YOU! It’s not my fucking job to teach some half wit’s kid a life lesson and being sensitive of someone else’s feeling all the time is bull shit. We are fucking human beings and we act like this all the time if someone can’t handle that there are plenty of high places to jump off of. I’m not kidding in the slightest. Give your kids to someone more wise or a least with a fucking clue and die. Leave the planet, you’re making it suck for the rest of us. YOU are comparable to the Muslims going psychopathic for an accidentally burning of a story book. GO. GET OUT. LEEEEEEEEEAVE!
I write a journal entry only to write something and if that something happens to be an event in my life then that’s what I will write. If it’s a story then it’s that.
There is no further meaning beyond this post, it’s not an open letter, it’s just to practice writing.
I’m not a ‘get to together person’, I don’t really like socialising, and I’m a difficult person to get along with. I would truly rather not have a friend then putting to up with some kind of friction between us. I know this but for some reason I still go to an event from time to time and hang around with people I don’t really like. Today I did this.
I’m also the kind of person who likes poking fun at others, I’ll even laugh hysterically if it’s a really good jibe against me and I’m not the kind of person who treats children like little idiots who need protecting. Sure a 4 year old shouldn’t be hearing some of the conversations meant for adult’s ear, although some parents treat them like they’re not even in the room most of the time, and a 6 year old may not get the difference between a joke and a factual statement. But a ten year old, whom by the way thinks he can get away with most comments because his mother lets him and I am talking about someone in particular here, should have a well enough developed sense of self to be able to participate in a jibe.
Some will disagree with me on this and I say to them, go to work and look around for that group of people that really get on your nerves because every time you say something like ‘how about some coffee with that sugar’ they run to the boss or the other group members to complain about you being inappropriate.
Yes, some people have had it bad, gay people and women would be on the top of that list, but the average pre-middle aged white guy? No! I know I sound old when I say this but their used to be a lot of joking going on at work places and you might remember that or have heard your older sibling reminisce of those times but now the cry babies have taken everything and turn it into ‘it MIGHT hurt peoples feelings’. Do you know what would have happened as little as even 10 or 15 years ago? Your boss would have politely told you to grow up. Now days you can find yourself suspended from work for make a joke as lame as the coffee one. This does not make life better for anyone! Even those super sensitive skirt clingers find themselves without work friends because of their over sensitivity, WE as a society are not doing our kids a favour by shielding them in this way.
Yes I know, ‘what’s the big deal’. For the most part nothing, baby wa wa’s will always be singled out and either ignored or teased in other ways and I think justifiably so. WE as a society should be teaching our kids to live in the real world not a dream land where everyone is nice to everyone else and no one makes a bad joke. By the way raising them in that way doesn’t make the world a better place it just paints a big target on your kids back.
Teachers can and will only protect your kids until high school, after that the super sensitive ones will be brutalised. Sure you can go to the school tell them that your kid’s being picked on, get the other parents involved but that will only lead to the other kid’s friends joining in on ganging up on them and maybe even the other kid’s parents will snicker behind their hands at you. I would laugh at you outright. Some words and phrases have been outright outlawed in schools and maybe justifiably so but a tween calling another tween Paully Prissy Pants and it becoming an issue is laughable in the extreme.
Calling someone a bed wetter and that being blown out of proportion is nearly stomach turning and makes me loose my faith in humanity all over again. This is the topic of my rant today, bed wetting.
My eldest cousin was a bed wetter and might still be for all I know but being in his twenties I think he’s outgrown it. We all made a little bit of fun of him, even the mother I will mention later, who by the way may not have said much but said the most insulting. When I say we made fun of him, for the most part it wasn’t really jibing, it was mostly bring it up in a joking way and then offering a possible solution, like don’t drink after 6. Most of the comments were made when he wasn’t around, something I would never do. I will not make fun of someone behind their back.
He was never really disturbed by it, in fact before we made it into a joke he’d hide his PJs and underware, after it became a subject of friendly jibe he just put them and his sheets in the wash machine. Most of the jokes were taken in a way they were intended and while he did become upset at times it was never a running issue. He even gave as good as he got at times. His sister though was not as good natured and when she was the target of fun she would scream and stomp up the stairs, even though she poked at her bother more then anyone.
She however was not coddled and eventually grew out of the extreme reaction becoming tolerant of being teased, although unlike her brother and myself never really found the getting as fun as the giving.
One of the subjects of this rant, this kid I’m related to, doesn’t have it as good. I was actually making fun of my cousin at the time in an attempt to make the kid laugh and succeeding at that point when I said he wetted the bed until he was twelve. The kid replied ‘so I I’m ten and I wet the bed’. He said it in such an off handed way that it stunned me for a minute. I told him that he shouldn’t be saying that in public.
At that point the mother stepped in. The mother that said, my cousin had emotional problems and that it wasn’t normal for an eight, ten, twelve, year old to wet the bed. And yes she did say it throughout those ages, it wasn’t a paraphrased quote. The one that said, that his mother must be doing something to cause it. The one that said he was doing it to act out. I could go on but it would get annoying and take up a quarter of the page.
The following is paraphrased because I don’t really want to directly quote what was said but it is almost exactly word for word.
She said, it wasn’t something he should be ashamed of and that it wasn’t nice to make fun of him for it.
I said, his friends were going to tear into him if he said it as bluntly to them as he said it to us.
She said that we’re his family and that it took real self confidence to say it to all of us and look how much he trusts us.
I said, I was the last person the kid should trust, that I make fun of everyone and everything and that I was family and did that.
She then went off on a tangent. She said, it was a condition and that his bladder wasn’t growing as fast as he was.
I said that it didn’t mater why.
She said, I could be nicer and more considerate.
I told her that she knew I wasn’t going to be.
She said, that maybe she wasn’t going to let her kids see me.
I said, so.
She said then she’d have to see if I was going to be someone and then not go there.
I said ok. I told her that her trying to guilt me wasn’t going to work and that I really didn’t care if them or her were in my life.
She said she wasn’t trying to guilt me.
I dismissed that as a lie.
She said fine.
At that point her little tantrum was contained. I continued to joke with the kid but because of his mother’s outburst he felt he could become insulting, something he is with me most of the time anyways, and turn everything into a chance to be offended and standoffish. After about ten minutes she left making a point to say goodbye to everyone twice except for me. I try not to be a complete bitch all the time so I held my laugher till they left.
I mist point out that nothing was ever directed at him at any time and he laughed at all the stuff my cousin went through, particularly him not wiping his own bum until 12. The mother reacted to that by saying she thought it was sad. All I did was tell him not to say it in public which I think he shouldn’t do. Its one thing not to be ashamed of something, it’s another to announce it.
People aren’t, or at least shouldn’t, be ashamed of masturbating, that doesn’t mean they should tell a room full of people they wanked last night. Being ashamed of something and that something being private are two different things. Before you call wetting the bed and masturbating unrelatable I have one things to say, ‘hairy palms’, if you don’t know what that is and still want to say they are not the same thing, f.u.c.k. o.f.f. you idiot.
This should have been explained to the kid and I would have in the next instant if it wasn’t for the insecure I’ll paint my own problems onto my son mother.
I want to point something out and it’s endemic to a lot of parents. Analytically speaking what she did was tell me how to behave with her son and because I refused to agree she became upset, defensive, and progressively more aggressive when I would not concede to what she was saying. I know this doesn’t score me any points what so ever but I’m family and not being malicious, ten year olds on the play ground are neither. Ten year old boys are the worst little bastards on the planet, watch South Park. The show might be a little sensationalised but all the swearing and name calling happens. Everyday every ten year old boy insults and calls his friends names and does worse to not friends. YOUR son gangs up with his friends and teases someone mercilessly.
Girls do even worse but that’s another story, I’ll just say that every low self esteem stripper and enabler in an abusive relationship does not only have their parents to thank.
Parents will never be able to tell other people how to behave around their kids, EVER. The schools are very limited in what they can do. When a parent goes to a school and the bullying seems to stop it doesn’t. The bully has become worse and basically told your kid that they are a wuss because they proved themselves to be a sissy and got them in trouble. I know because I was a bully and yes, may still be to some extent. You can’t blame the parents either, my mother did not encourage me to be a bully and I was punished nearly constantly for those kinds of things. I just waited till I wasn’t being punished any longer then did what I wanted again. I was actually stupid in that regard because I never tried to hide anything I ever did.
I was sent to all kinds of programs to ‘help me see that I really didn’t dislike this other person it was something inside’. No! People like Michael were dorks and deserved to get leafs shoved down their paints. The point is I’m actually a kind person and I was still the kid that would have picked on your kids. Out in the real world beyond your door there are unkind people willing to hurt your kids and for no other reason then they can and there is nothing you can do about it so grow up and live in reality.
I’ve gotten off topic and I want to rap up.
Most people would say that the mother was justified in saying what she said and acting the way she did. They would also say that I should have apologised for unintentionally hurting the kid’s feelings and actually explain the difference between shame and privacy. I say FUCK YOU! It’s not my fucking job to teach some half wit’s kid a life lesson and being sensitive of someone else’s feeling all the time is bull shit. We are fucking human beings and we act like this all the time if someone can’t handle that there are plenty of high places to jump off of. I’m not kidding in the slightest. Give your kids to someone more wise or a least with a fucking clue and die. Leave the planet, you’re making it suck for the rest of us. YOU are comparable to the Muslims going psychopathic for an accidentally burning of a story book. GO. GET OUT. LEEEEEEEEEAVE!