The Tantrum Within

3 Aug

Sometimes I wish I could act out my feelings. As young adults we learn that it isn’t “appropriate” to let it rip when it comes to letting others know exactly how we feel at any given time. We are to be “mature” and “calm” and “keep it together.” And by no means, under NO circumstance is it acceptable to come unglued in front of others.

Last Saturday I was at a minor league baseball game with Lee and another couple. It was hot and humid and just generally uncomfortable. The game was running a little long (or so it felt) and I’ll admit it… I was dreaming of my pajamas, a cold drink (that didn’t cost $7), a comfy couch and the luxury of air conditioning. Yet there we sat, 4 composed adults calmly watching the game and chatting about this or that.

In front of us sat a family with 2 young girls that I would guess to be around 5 or 6. At the beginning of the game they were so cute… All neatly put together with tidy little outfits and hair ribbons to match clipped firmly in place. They were happy. They had cotton candy and fruit-slushies and peanuts. And since our seats were right behind the dugout, each girl had received a foul ball from one of the players.

However, as the evening unfurled and the innings slowly stretched from one into the next, the girls began to … how shall I put this?? … Unravel. Their hair was beginning to frizz from the heat and stray curls were sticking to the backs of their necks. The ribbons began slipping from their places and dangled limp, clinging to scraps of sweaty, unkempt hair.

The outfits weren’t so tidy anymore, smudged by dirt and food and God only knows what else. Their once-shiny little faces were now partially covered in red, blue and purple cotton-candy and slushie stains. Smiles had turned to frowns and eventually all-out scowls.

Then the meltdowns started.

Whining, crying, twisting-in-the-seats, stomping, kicking, bickering and eventually screaming became the main event rather than the ballgame. It was quite the scene, I tell ya. Eventually they did run out of steam. One of them surrendered to her seat, slumping deep down into it while turning the baseball over and over in her small hands… sort of trance-like.

The other had one last hurrah with an empty plastic water bottle. From her mother’s lap she banged it and banged it repeatedly against the concrete of the dugout before winging it as far as it would go. And I admired her for it. Hell, I envied her for it. I laughed at this wonderfully expressive tantrum, not because I thought it was cute but because I COULD RELATE TO IT.

Her little fit served three purposes: 1. It made noise. 2. It provided the opportunity to flail her arms wildly about. And 3. It showed everyone in our section her extreme displeasure with the current situation. How I wish I could do the same whenever I am displeased with my current situation… whatever it may be. Ahhh to be young again. Ultimately, she succumbed to exhaustion and passed out in her mother’s arms at the bottom of the eighth.

It was at this point that my friend turned to me and said: It’s about that time… It’s late. It’s hot. Everyone is tired. And there is no more candy. We’re just like them, you know, except that we—unfortunately—are all grown up.”

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6 Responses to “The Tantrum Within”

  1. Emmy1339 August 3, 2011 at 7:53 AM #

    Another wonderfully written and TOTALLY relatable post. Love it :)

    • Woman In Thrisis August 3, 2011 at 9:28 PM #

      Thank you Emmy! Thanks for reading and for taking the time to post! I’m glad you enjoyed it :)

  2. Renee August 3, 2011 at 12:03 PM #

    Love the Post – I think we all feel like this at times and would like to let it rip. I would love a place I could go to and just scream at the top of my lungs, flail my arms & cry – maybe a new spa concept! Take Care.

    • Woman In Thrisis August 3, 2011 at 9:31 PM #

      I LOVE the spa concept! That is terrific! Maybe if I ever get rich I can open a spa where you can throw all kinds of tantrums… And just call it TANTRUM. If you’re into throwing things, you can do that. If you’re into breaking things, you can do that. If you’re into screaming and yelling and flying into violent fits of rage, you can do that too! It would all be conducted in a safe and controlled environment. I LOVE IT! Of course, if you get rich before I do, feel free to take the idea. Just send me a gift card for a free visit please :D

  3. Deb Shields August 3, 2011 at 1:52 PM #

    Joanna, hilarious!

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