Friday, March 6, 2009

Brings Out The Worst In Me


Ok-Perhaps some of you will argue that many things bring out the worst in me, but at this time of year there is one thing in particular I am thinking of...

First let me preface. I have admitted before that I do have a habit of saying a couple of "mommy words." However, I DO NOT and HAVE NOT ever done any "mommy gestures."

Guess what though? I can be driving along the road and from January to April 15 I see those "insert mommy word here" people dressed up like Uncle Sam, The Statue of Liberty, etc. wanting me to do my taxes at their local place of business. It gets me so worked up. I can almost feel the evil forces enter my car and want me to do that which I DON'T do! How could something like a stranger dressed up like a patriotic icon, telling me to honk if I love taxes, tempt me to do something that I HAVE NEVER DONE!!??

Why do they bother me so much? Why does it bring out such negative feelings in me? Do I need a therapist to help with my Dressed-Up Tax Advertisement-induced anger?

I must verbalize my thoughts aloud towards these people. As just the other day, when we were driving by, (and I was having to grip my hands tightly around the steering wheel, to escape any temptations) Luke rudely exclaimed, "Go to college, dumb man!"

Guess I know what our next Family Home Evening lesson needs to be on:
Charity-The Pure Love of Christ!!!!!!


7 comments:

Lesley said...

Tiffany you are so funny! The thought of you gripping the steering wheel is making me laugh. How is Megan doing? How are you doing? I missed you at RS last night.

Taralyn said...

Funny that they think that associating a positive patriotic figure will somehow make the ever growing taxes more enjoyable for us all :) I like your view on this subject.

Kim said...

#1 you need therapy for many more thing than just this one. #2 Luke is awesome. He said exactly what you wanted to say! It's hard to get mad at them for speaking the truth! By the way, do the people dressed up as Little Ceaser drive you nuts too? They do me!

Michelle said...

Kind of like the two pizza guys in Woods Cross. I guess in this economy people will do anything for work.

Melanie said...

Ha Ha Ha you chow. That made me laugh so hard because I can picture you perfectly as you drive by. Really what would make me want them to do my taxes???

Roberts Racing Team said...

Tiffany you are awesome... And the things kids say are great.
Love ya!!

Anonymous said...

In answer to your questions:
"Why do they bother me so much? Why does it bring out such negative feelings in me?"

For the same reason that seeing so many ridiculously "big trucks" jacked up several feet off the ground with deer/elk decals plastered all over and whose drivers are overcompensating for the inferiority complex they suffer due to being cursed with small genitalia by driving aggressively has a tendency to upset me so much: Like a mirror, they reflect back at me an unsavory aspect of my own nature which I loathe; namely, using intimidation tactics to establish predominance (call it a gender-specific character flaw).

In your case, you probably get so upset because you see people doing something which you hate when it manifests in yourself (and it obviously does still manifest prominently as the intensity of our reactions tend to be proportional to the extent to which we have been unsuccessful at ferreting out those characteristics in our psyche).

That something you share in common with the company (not necessarily the person just doing his/her job) who is placing the costumed person in your line of sight is this: masquerading as something you are not. Insincerity, disingenuousness, lack of authenticity, etc. These are traits which still follow you to some degree and it drives you insane that you haven't got them beat yet. You therefore have a hightened sensitivity to them when you see them in others (even if it is only guilt by reason of association like the poor schlep who has to wear that unholy outfit for his job).

Do you need therapy? Probably not, just a little dose of brutal self-honesty. You have to first recognize it and then own it before you can no longer rely on it. Once you break it down, it makes your actions (and mine) seem more than just a little silly, doncha think?

You asked.

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