I’ve been doing some self-assessment lately, and since I’ve been muttering this stuff to myself, I thought I’d mutter it to you. Let me tell you about being oppositional.
I was a very oppositional child. I wasn’t mean about it or anything, but I know I would frustrate my mother to no end because I ways always saying ‘no’. Shopping with younger me was a real joy.
Mom: “Do you like this shirt?”
Mom: “How about this one?”
Mom (strained voice): “How about this one?”
Mom : “Fine. Go naked.”
You can imagine.
As an adult, I am very aware that I am still oppositional, but I can’t seem to control it. I do my best to stifle it, and do a fairly good job of keeping it inside much of the time, but it leaks out quite often.
The funny part is that ‘oppositional’ doesn’t mean ‘negative’, it just means that whatever you’re thinking, I’m (either internally or externally) trying to pull you back to center. You’re acting negative? I’m going to be super happy!
You’re feeling good? I have a downer story for you.
You’re trying to be helpful? I don’t need your help.
You’re not helping? I feel superior.
You’re super conservative? Lighten up.
You’re extremely liberal? Look around, people.
You’re looking on the bright side? Inner eye roll.
You’re rolling your eyes? Come here and let me punch you.
So. There’s that. More like this tomorrow! Or maybe not.