Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Who's a Poor Sport? Me.
Today, I am outing myself as a poor sport. Maybe you already gleaned this from just getting to know me here. Maybe you never would have guessed. In any event, let me confirm...POOR SPORT ON BOARD.
Let me give you some background. I am one of those people who don't like those practical joke shows like Punk'd and countless others of that sort. I don't laugh...they make me uncomfortable. I don't like seeing people get upset, worried, scared, even though I know it is all in good fun and moments later they will be laughing with relief. I am not against all practical jokes. Like...oh, wrapping my cubicle in foil, say. That would be funny. But I don't like to be scared or things like that on purpose. She is not amused... I guess it is just some weird personality quirk.
My family knows this about me. In fact, on Sunday we had an actual discussion about it as we had our lunch together. The kids were talking about things they'd seen on YouTube and how heeelarious they were. My notorious dislike of pranks like that was giggled over. And given all of this...maybe I shoulda seen it coming. After lunch we came back to the apartment for a visit. Kick Back Dude gave me the baby's bottle and asked me to rinse it out, please...so nicely. I went into the kitchen and turned on the water and was immediately sprayed with that hose attachment thingy. They had rubberbanded the handle down so that it was on when the water came on.
Quiz time. How did this joke go over? a)I laughed and laughed and then we all laughed together. b) They laughed and after I dried off I had to laugh a little too. c) I got seriously pissed and pretty much ruined the evening by yelling at everyone and telling them they KNEW how much I HATED stuff like that. Yeah. You got it.
Afterward, I felt awful. They all apologized to me. I apologized to them. It's fine. But I can't help but wonder why I react like I do. Maybe I am repressing some horrible humiliation from my past. Or I don't know...maybe I am just a poor sport, can't take a joke, beeyotch. I usually ask not to be judged :-) But I think this time it may be unavoidable. Guh.