Defiance at age two might be laying on the floor at WalMart, kicking and screaming for a reason you will forget in 3 minutes.
Elementary School defiance - it ain’t about a goal of annoying, disrespecting. It’s about the goal to feel significant. I reckon ya gotta be calm, but still hold the snotnose (said lovingly) accountable.
Defiance in High School is mebbe simply because you don’t wanna be under someone’s control or authority. Again, calm but firm can work.
In the working career, I’ve noticed it’s kinda fun to be defiant with management – (without tiptoeing and crossing over the fine line) ‘cause, there’s no way in hell you’d want that position, but I’ll be gol’ durned “I could do it better than you” – and, you point that out in a roundabout way.
My personal favorite: Defiance as an old person. For me, it’s like picking up the sport’s page this morning……. Article about steroids hovering over some famous baseball players dying to get into The Hall of Fame. Nope, no, not gonna (read.)
It’s about abhorring fish, and having your girlfriend say “You really need to try fish”… In the back of your mind you’re thinking “Honey, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna stick one morsel of dorsal in my trap”, instead, eeking out “We’ll see.”
Or, maybe thinking about working well past retirement age simply because ya love your job. No, huh uh, or, borrowing from my stepson “not no’s but hell’s no’s”………….. Alarm clock? Bite me.
Anything you don’t wanna, ya ain’t gonna. Don’t like it? TOUGH! Life, as an old fart, it’s like everything in life happens with “Caller ID” and ya getta pick, choose, don’t choose, don’t answer the damn doorbell, article, political post, yucky news about local murders, not being fished into the game “ain’t it awful?”
Can’t dance? Not really. Will, but, it might take a little ale.
You try to be the first one to end a phone call (or at least I do.) Ya see someone in the room that in the past you’d had a really difficult time talking to/liking, this person – so, ya switch the ends of the magnet force field and you stay the hell away. Nope, not gonna, HUH UH.
I’ve always had a little rebel in me, but this being old stuff, it’s the bomb for defiance. By now, you’ve learned to say (without coming right out and saying) things like: You’re an idiot. That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard. It won’t work. Are you really going to wear that? Don’t you have mirrors at home? Your mom would be really proud. You got some change coming back on that haircut.
And the best part? A GUILT FREE SLEEP at night. Fingernails? Nah, they were for chewing when you were little.. when your kids were little.. when you didn’t know howinthehell or whereinthehell this month’s rent was coming from. Me? 60-something, nope, huh uh, not gonna, won’t worry. I love that, and it was my choice.
Ending this post now. Cause I wanna. Went a little long. Sorry. Not really. Hang on, the phone is ringing…………………….. NOPE, NOTTA, HUH UH, NOT GONNA.
Love, Victurd
