Asserting a Positive to a Negative

 

I was blessed to grow up in a family of laughter.  My mother loved a good laugh, but, my dad was the real instigator of laughter.  He had a dry sense of humour and he had a way of looking at life that found humour in mundane things.  April Fools Days was a big holiday in our family.  We played minor pranks on each other if it falled on a week day.  If April 1 was on a Saturday or Sunday it would be pretty epic.  My dad was so good at getting us, my mom and I had to partner up to even get close to his level.  

It wasn't just holidays, my dad just loved to tease.  If you lived or visited my house, you would be teased.  If you weren't teased, it probably meant that my dad didn't like you.  

Growing up, my dad made fun of me for being grumpy in the morning. I remember the morning that it started.  My dad and my brother Mickey were already up and at the breakfast table.  I got up and when I came in the kitchen, my dad said enthusiastically, "Good Morning Spit."  (He called me Spit, that is another long story.)  Well, I said, "good morning" back, but you know how your first words of the day are a little soft and shaky, well, that is how my "good morning" came out.  My dad said, "oh my, someone is in a bad mood today."  

"I'm not in a bad mood,"  I said calmly.  My brother took it from there.  "Whoa," he said, "look how defensive you are.  You really are in a bad mood."  

Well, I had to defend myself.  "I am not in a bad mood."  

My father said, "there is no reason to raise your voice to us just because you're in a bad mood."

"I am not in a bad mood and I am not raising my voice."  but, at this point, in my effort to assert my point, I did raise my voice.  

Next, my brother accused me of yelling.  By that time, I probably was in a bad mood and so became the legend of me being grumpy in the morning.  

It didn't matter if I woke up singing "Tomorrow", I would be accused of being in a bad mood.  

I learned then that it is almost impossible to assert a positive to a negative.  

Ironically, I am the definition of a morning person.  Nothing gives me more pleasure than to get up an hour before I have to and enjoy my coffee outside listening to birds and other sounds of nature.  

It is almost impossible to assert a positive to a negative.   

So, it is only three people, but I am being accused of being racist against caucasians.