I like hearing the truth, even if it’s uncomfortable. I was enjoying some stand-up comedy videos this morning (that’s what I do now). A funny wild-man named Christopher Titus was the last one I watched. He got into a story about how he decided one day that he could take on his dad. Unfortunately, his dad gave him a good beating. The comic obviously looks back on this time fondly, and I wondered if he even understood that having a fist-fight with Dad is not always well-received or understood by some people. Still the audience seemed to enjoy his story.
Christopher went on to talk about how he and his dad were actually closer after the scuffle, which Christopher didn’t understand. This is just something that most people wouldn’t discuss in front of a large crowd. But I admire the guy for telling like it was, and being able to laugh about it.
I know I’m just as messed up as Christopher, but I don’t think I care any more than he does. I too drew the line with my dad, when I was a senior in high school. Much of my childhood, he was out of control and physically violent, without ever once apologizing. A couple of the beatings left little painful reminders that I still live with. I did not ever plan to hit him but I knew that some day I wouldn’t take any more of it. When the unannounced punch to the face came that night, I didn’t think. I just swung back. Now I was committed. The rest of the family went scurrying, What came out of our confrontation was a lot of knocked over furniture and broken glass, but also, a new sense of respect from my poor old dad.
It ended in a standoff, and we both sat down. Almost immediately after the fight my dad said he always knew this was comng, and he understood. He said that he’d done the same thing with his dad. We became closer that night than we ever had been. He never laid a hand on me again. True white trash at it’s finest.
I thank Christopher Titus for having the guts to laugh about his ordeal,and for reminding me that I never want to forget all the things in my life that made me who I am. For better or worse, so be it.