According to ‘some’, it is unfortunate that my children are so much like me. Most disagree though and so the ‘some’ don’t win. Personally, I’m rather relieved that they’re so much like me. Although admittedly there are moments when they terrify me – said tongue in cheek 😉
Like the other night when my daughter sent me this, with the caption, “I’d sleep with one eye open, Mom” :
If it had come from my 20-year-old son I don’t think it would have bothered me quite so much – which is kind of weird, I know. But my daughter is 13…and she’s a girl…for goodness sake! I placed a bookmark into the spot in a really interesting part of a psychological thriller I was reading, and marched myself to the dining area where I could hear her tapping away on the keyboard.
What a relief to discover that my ‘little girl’ had not suddenly become a psychopath!
She was looking at a variety of writing prompts and the picture above had come up as one of them!
I’ve always had a bit of a dark sense of humor – nothing to be feared, just enough to not get offended too easily, and to see the humor in situations that are sometimes not funny at all. It may be from having a prior career where death was a part of life…but my genre choice for reading and movies etc doesn’t help much either.
Naturally, this has been passed down to my children – although I have always been very careful to keep it ‘age appropriate’ over the years.
Having a dark sense of humor has always been considered a fault in my close and extended family though. I guess that’s why my brother and I are very much the ‘darkest sheep of the lot’.
The years have passed and I have learned to develop healthier coping mechanisms. I have also learned to be a lot more positive and to find the good in things before I lose focus and get myself lost in the bad. The dark humor is still sometimes funny though. The funniest thing about it?
According to a published study, those of us who can appreciate dark humor are actually more intelligent, lower in aggression and have better moods.
And when I think about it, and those close to me who are inclined to share my dark humor, I can actually say that I fully agree.
(Although my teenage daughter’s moods are not quite better…but then again, in her defense, I suppose she is stuck in hormone hell at the moment)
I guess dark humor isn’t such a bad thing after all then, right?