When ‘Innocent Fun’ Is Neither Innocent, Nor Fun, To Others
In my previous post, I provided background on a prank, pulled on me, that has caused friction within my family.
In my previous post, I provided background on a prank, pulled on me, that has caused friction within my family.
Here is the beginning of the explanation for my reaction to the prank, and what pranksters in general represent to me.
When someone reacts unexpectedly to something that is said or done to them, it could be that the words or actions triggered something. The “fake bleeding” prank that my daughter and wife played on me, triggered several emotions and memories.
A few days prior to the prank, the three of us were reminiscing about a birthday sleepover involving my daughter and some of her friends when they were younger. The girls decided that the first one of them to fall asleep would be pranked by the others. When one girl eventually did fall asleep, Caitlyn moved toward her with a marker, intending to draw on the sleeping girl’s face.
Caitlyn tripped and her face struck an edge of our ping-pong table, near one of her eyes. As blood started to spurt out, Caitlyn and the other girls starting screaming for help.
Imagine being awakened in the middle of the night to the screams of little girls afraid that their friend was going to lose an eye, or worse. My adrenaline kicked in, until it became clear that the wound wasn’t serious enough for stitches. The rest of the sleepover didn’t involve much sleep for me.
My love of my daughter added to the stress of that moment. I wanted to protect her and help her to move past her fear.
The other day, when my wife said Caitlyn had fallen while walking her dog, and I saw what seemed to be a large degree of bleeding from Caitlyn’s face, that same desire to protect Caitlyn kicked in.
When I learned that it was a prank, my adrenaline was still pumping from racing up the basement stairs and taking action to assess and deal with the situation.
It was neither funny, nor fun, for me at that moment.
In my next post, I’ll provide some context for my intense dislike of pranks, drawing from my own experiences.