What Am I Gonna Do With It?

Getting presents for my step-dad was nearly impossible.  Each Birthday, Christmas, and Father’s Day was the same.  First, when I handed him the present, he would yell at me for “wasting my money.”  By yell, I mean just talk in his normal tone of voice.  My step-dad was an Italian from East Boston.  He didn’t have a soft voice. 

         After complaining about receiving the gift, he would begin opening it while saying things like, “You didn’t have to buy anything.”  Finally, once he opened the cologne, pair of shorts, shirt, or kitchen gadget, he would ALWAYS say, “What am I gonna do with it?”

         Once I turned 18 and started dating Ed, who was 22, I would send him to the liquor store to buy my step-dad a bottle of Scotch.   He never complained about that gift because he knew just what to do with it.  It had a purpose in his world.  It was something he enjoyed. 

         While some people may think of my dad’s response to gifts as rude, I don’t.  I always got it.  There are certain things that just seem unnecessary.  We all have those things, whether they are tangible or not.  There are a lot of things in the world that I just don’t understand.  Here they are in no particular order.

         I will never understand or appreciate prayer.  I’m on Facebook, like most people who don’t live under rocks, and the past couple of days I have seen a lot of prayer requests for the parents who lost their children in the school shooting in Connecticut.  I can see what prayer does for the people doing the praying.  It gives them peace and allows them to sort of pass their worries to a higher power.  I will never get what praying does for the people that are supposed to be receiving the prayers.  I don’t think there is anything that anyone can do to bring peace to those parents in Connecticut.  Nothing.  There are probably more tangible things we can do to help like donate to the United Way fund set up for the families of the victims.  https://newtown.uwwesternct.org/ Even that won’t bring the parents peace, but it will help with funeral costs etc.

          Dramatic displays of emotion are another thing I just don’t get.  I tend to be rather Sheldon Cooper about emotions.  When someone yells or cries, I tend to look at the person closest to me and ask, “What is happening?”  I learned long ago that emotional outbursts don’t do anything.  They don’t solve problems, and they often make them worse, especially in a work setting. The truth is that most people in the world don’t care about anyone’s iddy, biddy, widdle feewings.

         A lot of people resort to drinking to deal with their feelings. I really don’t get excessive drinking.  I’m a two martini maximum kind of girl.  The reason I limit myself to two is because I don’t like hangovers.  Yes.  I know that is just crazy.  Imagine NOT liking a pounding headache, stomachache, nausea, or vomiting.  Go figure.  It’s not “partying” or “celebrating” if you feel like you have the flu the entire next day. 

         I mean no offense to anyone who has had them, but I really don’t understand the point of fertility treatments.  I understand that a lot of couples want to have a baby.  I get that.  I don’t get why the baby HAS to be biologically related to them.  There are SO MANY children who need good homes.   Do they really have to share their parents’ eye color or dimples?

         I also don’t understand why there are still so many people who breed dogs and cats.  Every day, thousands upon thousands of animals are euthanized.  Those that aren’t immediately euthanized sit in crowded shelters day after day.  I understand that most of these shelter animals are not pure bred.  I just don’t understand why that has to matter.  Most of them would make loveable pets.  Why does it matter if their bloodline is pure Persian or Maltese?

         I could go on all day about things that just don’t make sense to me.  On most days, I burn the majority of my calories just by shaking my head and rolling my eyes.  I don’t think that everything HAS to make sense to me, and I am certainly not trying to tell other people that they can’t pray dramatically while downing a bottle of tequila with Clomid and holding a Maltese puppy.  I just won’t be joining them.  

        

2 thoughts on “What Am I Gonna Do With It?

  1. One of the gains of reading your blog is that I get to agree with someone. I find it very fortifying that someone thinks about the things I do. Yup, I don’t understand prayer either. The only prayer I say is that of asking God to reveal himself to me so that I can accept a little better, and I pray for God to give us all strength. I think how the whole thing works is through holding each other up. Good stuff, kid!

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