Welcome to another installment of WTF Wednesday, where all warrantees have long since expired.
Today’s question comes from Paulkellis (@paulkellis) who writes:
Dear IBMP,
Why is it when we hear our parents’ voices coming out of our mouths, we can’t stop it? Sometimes we don’t even try. So, why are we astonished when it happens?
First of all, for the benefit of our other readers, I should point out that Paul’s Gravatar image includes what appears to be a very sharp sword and I suspect that he knows how to use it. So if I seem a bit sycophantic or otherwise concerned about pissing him off in any way, you’ll understand I’m sure.
Well Mr. Ellis, that is without a doubt one of the best questions ever asked of the crack team here at IBMP. And I’ll just add that you looked truly dashing in that robe thingy you were wearing to whatever beheading you were at when your Gravatar picture was taken.
As for why we can’t stop it when we hear our parents’ voices coming out of our mouths, let me ask this: can you stop the unpleasant effluvium emanating from every pore for days after a triple garlic pesto pizza? Not a chance, right? And why not? Because your body is so full of garlic even it doesn’t want to be in the same room as you.
My point is that when something is in there and has to get out it will find a way. So the first questions to ask are: Why is it in there? and, Why does it have to get out?
It’s in there because you’ve been absorbing it since you were floating around in mom’s womb and you’d hear your dad say, “When our baby is born I’m not going to be like my parents at all, I swear.”
As you no doubt now recognize, he was full of that joyful yet terribly misguided optimism that comes with watching your wife’s belly grow while listing all the things you hated about how you were raised and that you won’t do. By the way, those of you who are currently in that stage, save that list; it’s a perfect predictor of all the things you will do when you get a bit older.
So think of all that crap your parents do and say as the weird blue liquid they use in commercials and your brain is a diaper. And here’s the thing about being human diapers: you know how they always say we use only 10 percent of our brains? Well, that’s because the other 90 percent is reserved exclusively for storage of all the useless sayings, mannerisms and inflections that we’re absorbing from constant exposure to our parents.
It’s a lot of brain space but it is indeed finite. The average human begins to exceed the capacity of this storage around the age of 30. From that point on, the brain begins releasing these useless and often annoying bits of drivel back into the atmosphere.
You can’t stop it because in order to do so you would need to stop absorbing useless drivel thereby not putting further pressure on the brain to make room for it. That would mean avoiding watching most reality television, anything that has to do with politics, and just about everything on this blog. And nobody wants to give up reality TV.
As for why people are astonished when it happens, well all I can figure is that we’re in denial. I mean you don’t have to be bloody Nostradamus to predict that you’ll become your parents. There’s even a whole blog about that very topic. If I can remember the name of it, I’ll pass it along…
Problem solved! You’re welcome.
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Elyse
December 21, 2011
Duct tape sometimes works to prevent the comments, but I’ve found nothing that stops me from wagging my finger like my mother.
Great post!
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 22, 2011
Can’t fight it — it’s in your DNA…sorry 😉
Jenny
December 21, 2011
Oh I do this all the time with my son then I remember… my mom used to say/do that to me… /facepalm
Well, they DID say “Hope you have one just like you!”… >.>
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 22, 2011
Too late for you, but maybe your son can break curse and avoid doing it when he grows up.
Jacob Spire
December 21, 2011
As I type this comment, I realize that this is the exact comment my mother would type.
You had me cracking up there! The mystery of the unused 90 percent is solved at last! 😀
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 22, 2011
Ha! Yup, even though she probably has never commented on a blog post, you’re still writing what she would have written if she HAD commented. We’re all screwed.
krismerino
December 21, 2011
HAHA! Fantastic! Now it all makes sense 🙂
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 22, 2011
I’m glad it’s all cleared up now!
whatimeant2say
December 21, 2011
I’ve got to admit that it’s been very hard work to not become my parents. I think I’m doing pretty good. The problem is that I am so extreme the other way that my daughter will most likely be determined to become like me. So, she will be my parents. Hmm. That’s kind of a weird sentence when you think about it.
whatimeant2say
December 21, 2011
Arghh! I really need to proofread. She will be determined to NOT become like me. You know what I mean.
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 22, 2011
Indeed, I do know what you mean. So even when we try and break the pattern, we just manage to skip a generation and revert back to the grandparents. Jeez, this stuff is complicated 😉
GOF
December 21, 2011
If I shoved corks into my newborn’s ears so he couldn’t hear me, and blindfolded him for 18 hours a day, would that reduce the rate at which his brain space was being filled up, so maybe then he wouldn’t reach peak brain capacity until maybe age 50? Do you think this might enable him to be a better parent to HIS kid? Just askin’.
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 22, 2011
Wow, it’s a fascinating proposition. I would say that yes, it would indeed delay the onset. Of course, he’d probably have a few other issues. But then, I’m sure it’s nothing a fair bit of therapy and a straight jacket can’t fix.
Sammy
December 23, 2011
Well said. My dear mom has been dead for years but I still remember one piece of advice that continues to sound like she has a loudspeaker up against my ears. My Jewish American mother visited me in Australia where I had settled with my wife and new religion. While lying on the couch in what seemed like a meditative state and eyes closed her inner voice said out loud, “Sammy, just remember this you will always be an American, you will always be Jewish and coke a cola is good for you.” Well two out of three is not bad.
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 29, 2011
Hahahaha! That’s total sitcom material! She sounds like a blogger’s dream (and a son’s nightmare).
Jess
December 27, 2011
I became my father right after high school. My mother was sending some old flannel shirts to Goodwill, when I realized I had to have them before they were lost forever. At the time, I rationalized my decision as “cool” and somewhat of a fashion statement. In reality, I had the same taste in clothes and wore the same size as my father.
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 29, 2011
I’m going out on a limb here and guessing that you still have them 😉
Thanks for that, Jess!
elaineylane
March 31, 2017
Love it! I say it all of the time now. I’m so much like my mother! And also a lot like my dad. But I kinda dig that!