If you're a fan of stand-up comedy, the image above might look familiar to you. It's from the 2011 special of American comedian, Kevin Hart, entitled "Seriously Funny" in which he talked about his family, dating experiences, troubles and a lotta personal stuff. He also told the story of the time he cursed for the first time with his mom in the room. I thought I'd share mine, too, seeing as how there's this whole generation gap being talked about right now--how kids today behave and handled by parents very differently from the past.
Most parents today, I think, are anti-child violence. Well I guess, no one really is for it, but once in awhile, I think a kid could use some tough love or you know, a little physical disciplinary action, if you will, to straighten them out about a little bit.
Back in grade school, I was starting to develop my passion for music and so I'd listen to lots of artists from different genres. This particular time, though, I was listening to Westlife's debut album on my discman. Disgusting right? It was the only record I could find at the time 'cause my dad, for some reason, just won't get me a Goo Goo Dolls' record or Green Day's.
I was lying on my stomach on my parent's bed when my older brother sat on my back and just started rocking like he was riding a pony. I was in so much pain 'cause my chest was right on top of the wooden edge of the bed. My chest kept on pounding on it so I tried to grab his shirt to get him off me but I couldn't reach him.
He, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. I've never seen anyone that happy. Well, I guess that's how older brothers feel, in general, when they see their little brothers in pain because of their work. I was catching my breath and I remember feeling so mad that I couldn't do anything. When he finally stopped, he ran out of the house as fast as he could, before I could grab him and I was furious. Just stupid mad. I was one step behind and I almost had him but he was able to shut the door in front of me. To my frustration, I just yelled out the juiciest, crispiest cuss words at him.
It was too late when I noticed my dad was in the kitchen slicing up some vegetables for lunch.
Before I went back in the room and cried like a bitch, I knew I was in big trouble. First of all, we're Catholic, then there's the swearing in front of the parents directed at an elder so my handsome reward was definitely in order--too much moral offense on this one. A few seconds later, my dad went in the room holding a huge green pepper. He lifted my head and crushed the pepper in my mouth. I can't remember the taste 'cause I wasn't aware anymore of what was going on but I knew I deserved what I got.
It was worth it, though. I just had to let out a good FUCK YOU! It definitely made a huge difference in my personality, and now, I really love spicy foods, to be honest. I doubt anybody's gonna have another story like this, from kids of this generation. They're cuddled, buttered up and baby-d too much making them "soft" and too emotional. One negative tweet or comment and they're devastated. Dudes! Imagine growing up in the 90's.
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