Dinner Drama Lessons
"There will be people in your life who, for one reason or another, don't like you."
They must've seen that it was hopeless at that point. It was a last-ditch effort.
We'd have been at the dinner table finishing our chicken, couscous, and broccoli. I'd likely told an exasperated story about the way that crotchety old Mrs. What's-her-face spat my name when she handed my papers back.
And then the stern speech would've followed.
"You might even like the person, or do everything you can to make them like you. And then one day you'll realize, without knowing why, that they dislike you. And well, kiddo, you'll have to get over it," my dad would say.
My head spun at the thought. Dislike moi? It made me nauseous.
"Or maybe Mrs. Whats-her-name isn't a very happy person," my mom would offer, giving back the little glimmer of hope that I could win anyone over with kindness.
I like that optimism, but it doesn't always work.
They must've seen that it was hopeless at that point. It was a last-ditch effort.
We'd have been at the dinner table finishing our chicken, couscous, and broccoli. I'd likely told an exasperated story about the way that crotchety old Mrs. What's-her-face spat my name when she handed my papers back.
And then the stern speech would've followed.
"You might even like the person, or do everything you can to make them like you. And then one day you'll realize, without knowing why, that they dislike you. And well, kiddo, you'll have to get over it," my dad would say.
My head spun at the thought. Dislike moi? It made me nauseous.
"Or maybe Mrs. Whats-her-name isn't a very happy person," my mom would offer, giving back the little glimmer of hope that I could win anyone over with kindness.
I like that optimism, but it doesn't always work.