I love my Dad and he adores me. I have no doubt that I am one of the luckiest daughters in the universe. If you, like me, happen to be one of the oddest fruits in your family tree, then you already understand that having a loving father means a lot.
My Dad is my champion, friend and accomplice. He defends me from busybodies, makes sure I know when (and if) I’m being unreasonable, supports my decisions (even if he doesn’t completely agree with them), is proud of my every triumph and of how I deal with my failures; he loves me exactly the way I am, and is ready to bare his teeth in the face of any person who might imply that I need to conform to his or her idea of propriety.
I summon those thoughts—that everlasting treasure of love—every time an idiot opens his or her mouth and nothing but crap comes out of it. I remind myself that even if Nature has birthed a lot of waste that passes for human, she has also created great souls like my Dad. And that, my Wicked Luvs, makes it all fine… It keeps me from losing my cool when assaulted by the fires of common stupidity. I owe most of my patience (and all of my good nature) to the heart of a Dad who understands the daughter he sired (No, he is not a vampire and I’m not a mare; I just like the word).
All of the above reminds me that to be fair, to be polite and to be mildly forgiving of someone else’s disregard of my worldview can be infuriating business. The same knowledge nudges me to move a step further and try to help friends and family understand that my disbeliefs and beliefs are as valid, as appropriate, as holy, as valuable, as happiness-inducing and as important to me as theirs are to them. And if they choose to remain blind, deaf and delusional that’s their problem.
In the end, I have to please only me and aim to make happy only those who find joy in the heart of the person who I already am. Anyone with half-baked dreams of turning me into a copy of their unimaginative, miserable, undesirable selves can suck on a sack of frostbitten toes.
Sometimes I get the urge to close my eyes,
turn upside down
and smile while showing a lot of teeth.
So I do it…
and it feels good, good, good!