Its whatev's

My mother, Karen, has said to me several times through-out history "How a person handles a disappointment shows a lot about their character."  She's probably right.  Think about it: if you see some snot-nosed six year old asshole at the Buy n Bag crying into his mom's crotch over a toy she won't buy for him your first judgement (shut up we're all judging him) is that he's a snot-nosed asshole.  Then you look to his mother and assume that she must be defective for having raised such a little Shit Box.  If you don't have children you're internal voice is saying "when I have kids they'll never act like that."  They probably will, by the way.  If you have children who are even semi well-behaved your internal voice begins a ticker-tape parade of being better than a stranger: "Shoo, I'm glad my kids don't act like that," or "My kid would never show her ass like that in public!"  If you are the mother of the Shit Box and your mom-jeans are now soaked with mucus in all the wrong places, don't feel bad.  All kids can be assholes, and there's a decent chance that it isn't because you're defective as a parental unit.  Maybe he's tired, or upset about something else.  Or maybe you've just spoiled him to the point that he doesn't realize what a turd he's being.  It's whatev's.

Anyway my point is that the Shit Box's reaction shows us that his character is less than appealing.  We can safely assume that he lacks humility, gratitude and/or consideration for his mother's reasoning.  We make this safe assumption because he has suffered a disappointment, and his reaction is bat-shit-crazy.

I, on the other hand, am a full grown Shit Box a lot of times.  But instead of crying, kicking, screaming and the like, I'm pretty passive-aggressive about the fits I throw when I don't get my way.  But we'll get back to that in a few.

As a child, my father's favorite punishment to inflict upon my sister and me was to write sentences.  For example: if I lied, I would be made to write "I will not lie to my father" about a bazillion times.  One of the most infamous instances of this punishment is the epic "I will not say ugh" sentence marathon of 1992.  Whenever my dad told me to do something that I didn't freakin wanna do my immediate reaction was to slouch my shoulders, throw my head back and say "Ugh!".  I had the opportunity to do this a few times before my dad was fed up and made me write the sentence 200 times.  Not a terribly difficult task, it probably didn't take very long.  But it wasn't the action of writing that I remember.  It wasn't how long I sat at the kitchen table or the 2 times I had to sharpen my pencil or the trip to the bathroom.  It was his reaction to my completed work that drove home the message.  I carried the loose leaf into the living room and held out my work to my father, waiting expectantly for the praise that was sure to follow for my flawless penmanship and follow-through.  And in that pivotal moment my dad taught me the most valuable lesson I had learned to date: how not to deal with disappointment.  Standing there, 10 years old, holding up what I thought he wanted, he didn't even look my way.

I held my breath, for about seven years, with anxiety rising in my gut, my eyes fixated on eyes that were fixated on the television.

"Here Daddy, I'm done."

Nothing.

"200, like you said."

"Throw it away."  His voice was distant, nonchalant.

"Don't you wanna see-"
"Throw it away."  My hand dropped.  Tears burned the back of my eyes, the anxiety churned and turned in my gut and became something ugly.  Anger.  Indignation.  Disappointment.  All this "feeling' welled up from my core and through my limbs and my forehead wrinkled and my shoulders dropped and before I even knew what I was doing I uttered the most heinous word in the English language.

"UGH!"

21 years later I still have flawless penmanship.  And I still say "ugh" (although now, in disgust rather than disappointment).  I don't know if he was crafting a genius plan to instill in me that ability to show grace during a let-down.  Maybe it was serendipitous.  Maybe I've just over-analyzed it until I gleaned from the experience what I needed.  It's whatev's.

According to Wikipedia, passive aggressive behavior is the indirect expression of hostility, such as through procrastination, hostile jokes, stubbornness, resentment, sullenness, or deliberate or repeated failure to accomplish requested tasks for which one is (often explicitly) responsible.  According to Carripedia (just made that shit up), passive aggressive behavior is the crap I do when you piss me off and I can't cuss you out or throat punch you because we're in public or at work or running late for something.  Sidebar: most of the time I will just cuss you out because you pissed me off.  It's been a long time since I punched anyone because I'm old and tired and my mom can't make bail.  

We all experience disappointment in one form or another.  Some are ongoing: a couple tries for years to get pregnant, a high school honor student is rejected by every university.  Some hit us out of the blue, knocking you back and robbing the wind from your lungs: being laid off from a job at which you really excel, finding out someone you admire is a fraud, discovering infidelity in a relationship.  All incredibly disappointing.  And we all react in our own ways.  Jonas (that's the boyfriend) is a champ at handling disappointment.  Small-scale example: if he bids on an item in an online auction and doesn't win, he just finds a comparable item and bids again.  Large-scale example: the company we both worked for down-sized and he was let go in the middle of a Tuesday.  He graciously thanked the assholes who canned him and moved on.  I, on the other hand, would be the Shit Box that anonymously flags the auctioneer as spam and keys the boss's car on the way out.  Because fuck you.  It's whatev's.

In the movie "We Bought a Zoo," Benjamin Mee (Matt Damon) tells his angst-riddled teen that 'whatever' is the laziest word in the dictionary.  That may be true.  But in my humble opinion, it's the hardest working word in a person's limbic system.  Sidebar: That's the part of the brain that basically creates, or omits, or maybe controls emotion.  By saying, or more importantly, feeling, "whatever" about a disappointment is a conscious effort to dismiss something that has affected us, usually in a negative fashion.  I'm not talking about the What do you want for dinner? It's whatever whatever, I'm talking about the you got a metaphorical punch in the gut and it fucking hurts but you work through the pain and manage to put it behind you whatever.  The you didn't get the job, the pretty girl did whatever.  The My name is Carrie, I'm so very, fly oh my but you didn't notice because The Walking Dead is on whatever.  Is it the most graceful way to recover from a disappointment?  Probably not.  The healthiest?  I don't know I'm not a psychologist.  Does it work for me?  Most of the time.  Maybe it will work for you though.  Maybe not. It's whatev's.