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Post by swankivy on May 21, 2010 22:23:46 GMT -5
No One Believes Me
Have you ever been disbelieved amongst your friends or family after you were the only one to see/experience something extraordinary? How did you deal with it? Were you ever successful in making them believe you, or do they think you're exaggerating/lying/crazy to this day?
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Post by SHO! on May 22, 2010 3:00:22 GMT -5
No One Believes MeHave you ever been disbelieved amongst your friends or family after you were the only one to see/experience something extraordinary? How did you deal with it? Were you ever successful in making them believe you, or do they think you're exaggerating/lying/crazy to this day?
I don't think I have ever experienced anything that would be considered "extraordinary" and if anyone else answers this question as if they did then I hope they give a lot of detail because I'd love to hear about it.
Though I don't think I've had anything extraordinary happen to me I do have a rather mundane problem with believability. For some reason, in my family, I have the very slanderous reputation of not just being a practical joker, but a despicable and mean practical joker. I don't know why my family thinks this, save but for one brilliant practical joke decades ago involving a dog costume and once buying a shocking pen because many members of my family have a habit of "liberating" cool looking writing pens, I haven't played any practical jokes.
I'd love to play practical jokes, or get into a prank war, but I'm never around fun people that would do things like that (at least not during periods when they seem to enjoy that kind of stuff and make funny memories of it all), so I never get to play pranks. I make them up all the time, but then just share them with people in a, "wouldn't it be funny if we...?" type of way but never get to actually do them.
So in my family I have this unfounded reputation. When I attempt to do something nice, like make a delicious meal or a delicious dessert (I love cooking, and kitchen gadgets), I go to share it to make people happy and I get frowning faces, mistrustful looks, and excuses of being full. I would NEVER ever do something gross or inedible to someone else's food. I find jokes like that disgusting and infuriating and hate it when i see them in movies and on television. So I wouldn't do it and never have, but still I have to basically beg my family to try my dishes AND they are ALWAYS delighted after they reluctantly do! But I have to almost fight every single time I do it. Same thing happens when I build something cool for them to use or give wrapped presents (I also love building things, being creative, and giving gifts).
It's insulting, frustrating, and extremely hurtful when you're constantly trying to do something nice for people that have labeled you with a baseless reputation. I even get blamed for pranks others have done until I point out who the real culprit was and who they pulled the joke on. Which works, until the next time I get fingered as "the evil practical joker" and demand a count of any practical jokes anyone could possibly tag me with. And that's the only way I know to deal with it. Continue to do the good things I like doing that [eventually] make others in my family happy, and keep a meticulous mental record, always at ready, of who really did what and to whom and when. |
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Post by swankivy on May 22, 2010 21:10:31 GMT -5
Though I don't think I've had anything extraordinary happen to me I do have a rather mundane problem with believability. For some reason, in my family, I have the very slanderous reputation of not just being a practical joker, but a despicable and mean practical joker. I hate when that happens. And then all they remember is all those times they questioned you, not all the times when it turned out they were actually being stupid. I've been in similar situations with, say, my mom, where all she remembers is that we've "had this discussion" many times but not that we've settled it a certain way every time. As for my answer, I have one example, though it's not "extraordinary" in the traditional sense so much as it was very out of the ordinary and no one believed me. When I was about eight years old, I had a friend over and the two of us were playing dress-up in my bedroom, about half into our costumes. Then my friend pointed out that someone was looking in the window. At first I thought it was my dad for some reason, but then when I looked I realized it was a stranger and that he was looking in the window while my friend and I were in various states of undress. So of course we screamed and ran out of the room, and ended up hiding behind the piano. My mom came over to see what the ruckus was and we both maintained that we'd seen a man looking in our window, but I guess maybe as a reaction from a combination of nervousness and relief, we started giggling a little bit and my mother thought we were trying to fool her. She also said the window was too high for anyone to look in. (It wasn't a second floor, but the house's foundation was unusually high, and a person would have had to be either very tall or standing on something to see inside. But we insisted that we'd seen his face.) After dismissing us and telling us we were joking about things we should NOT be joking about (and making fun of me for not wanting to go back in my room), she finally realized we were sticking to our story and sent my dad out into the backyard (with the dog on a leash, in case he needed protection), to check and see if anyone was still out there. When he came back, he said no one had been there but that one of the chairs from our patio was left by the window as if someone had used it to stand on. So, with that, I guess they believed me. |
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