Today’s Pickles is, of course, meant to be funny. But for me it dredges up memories of my mother’s anger whenever I didn’t “appreciate” anything to her satisfaction, from getting to go to school to having my own room* to crying because of an earache despite having actual medication for it. And my guilt over having things my mother didn’t.
Looking back, I wonder if she intended to slap on guilt with a trowel or if she was just expressing her own pain and not caring how I took it.
I first saw Bill Cosby’s classic video Himself as a teenager, and, oddly enough, I found it proportion-making. “The man ate dirt til he was 30 years old. That’s all there was, was dirt. And he was thankful to get it.”
Odd how both are mining the same comedic vein, but one brings me laughter and the other doesn’t.
*Mom had two older sisters. I was an only child. Wonder why she shared her bedroom and I didn’t?