I was going to complain that my ear is still infected and the antibiotics don’t appear to be working. I was going to complain that the antibiotics are upsetting my stomach. I was going to complain that I can barely keep my eyes open and this infection is making my head feel like there is a nail in my ear. But I am not going to. Well, I won’t elaborate anyway.
Because the Naughty Child is once again getting all the attention.
When I was growing up my brother was the Naughty Child. Bless his heart because he has turned out okay despite the fact he should have been dead from drugs and alcohol long before he started going to A.A. But I digress. He was a very, very difficult child to raise. Drugs, alcohol, trouble with the school and in our neighbourhood. Police showing up at the door. At one point he cut a hole in his bedroom wall and covered it with a poster. He used it to hide pot which he sold out his bedroom window. He got into a lot of trouble. A lot. And then there was me. The good child. Never got into trouble. Never talked back. Always a well behaved and conscientious student. Neighbours called me to babysit and look after their pets while on vacation because they trusted me. I had good friends who were polite and respectful. But I never had the attention my brother did because my parents didn’t have the time to notice or pay attention.
Because the Naughty Child was sucking all their energy.
And today another mass shooting in the U.S. We didn’t hear about anything good and positive that happened today. We rarely do. It as if we get a high from these unfathomable tragedies. We speak in hushed tones and remember the dead and pray for their families. We light fucking candles and hold vigils and utter useless prayers that this will be a blessing for all involved. (I’m sorry. If either of my children die before me it will never be a fucking blessing.) How about this. I am going to give you 30 seconds to name as many mass murderer/serial killers as you can. Go ahead! How many did you get? 5? 10? 20? Now I am going to give you until tomorrow to name a victim. How many? One? (Sharon Tait?) Two? Zero?
Because we love to pay attention to the Naughty Child.
Well I have had enough. But not really because I am doing what I most despise. I am giving all my attention to that damned fucking Naughty Child. Because that is what we all do. It is weird and twisted behaviour. What would happen if the news people just said no more. We aren’t going to post anything about these evil fucks. No names of the Naughty Child written on the chalkboard. No pictures. Nothing but the names of the people who are dead. Like we always say about having a child that is a brat. Stop giving them attention and the behaviour will stop. These lunatics love that their names will go down in history. Tomorrow the magazine racks will be full of everything you ever wanted to know about the killer. The news will be talking about it for days. CNN will go over and over and over the details. They will write books and might even make a movie. I have to wonder if it will ever stop. How much longer? This insane media frenzy wanting to spend all our energy on the Naughty Child. The thing is, I know deep down that it won’t ever stop. It won’t .
And my ear hurts.