Benefits
Moose Lips… I don’t know why I didn’t use that one more. I think I will from now on. When I was little my dad, would call me fish face … I’m pretty sure he was joking. I had a friend growing up, whose brother would call me bird guts… because when first introduced to me, he misunderstood Bridgett to be Bird sh8t… and well, you can’t call anybody that. So he called me bird guts. He was an older brother and was obligated to torture his little sister and her friends.
I’m half black and my older brother was raised by my racist grandparents (he obviously was not half black) till he was 11 when my mom got him back. I will refrain from passing on any of the names he used to call me.
Funny thing is I used to think he hated me but when I got in a fight at school one year he went down to beat up the boy he thought had beat me up. Problem was I actually won that fight so I had to stop him from putting down a unnecessary beat down on a kid that was younger than him.
I didn’t understand why he was so protective of me when I thought he hated me, his only explanation was nobody got to beat up his little sister but him. Go figure.
GP,
Nomatter how dysfunctional, “With my family against he world”.
*Gasp* Not “Bird Guts”! The Gulls are frightened by that one.
Y’know, I can see why Randie never got into being a therapist. To be fair my older brother only had one nickname for me, and that was ‘Tweak’. He stole it from Teddy Ruxpin. Can’t say I really cared overmuch…. I was much more concerned with the fact he got all the cool new toys and video games and I got sweet diddly.
Gramy… Yikes… your childhood seems like it might been turbulent.
Beetles… family is family. That’s good and bad… depending on who you are.
Jack… Bird guts, bird guts, bird guts! That’s one way to get some of those pesky seagulls to leave you alone while yer eating french fries.
Trev… Tweak. I like it. And you were the passer down to kid. My sister, as a child, wanted so much to play with my brother, Matt, and his friends. He would let her play, but she got to play with all the broken toys… like Destro with one arm, the matchbox cars missing wheels, etc. It’s a warm-hearted Spicer family story.
Turbulent… yeah, that would be a good description. I’ve survived a lot more in my 45 years than most go through in an entire lifetime. Wouldn’t wish my life on anyone, but in the same respect I wouldn’t change much in my life because I would’t be the person that I am today, and I kind of like who I am.
Gramy… what we survive tells a great deal about us. And it’s how we treat the world in response… do we go out and “pay the world back” for all the injustice we endured? … or do we spread kindness and try to make the world a better place? It’s a choice we all face.
Smiles.
I always find bitterness and vitriol, presented humorously, seems to be what I’ve settled on as far as treating the world goes. Dunno how that happened…..