Words for Wednesday

From Bitter in the Mouth by Monique Truong:

 

 

 

The truth about my family was that we disappointed one another. When I hear the word “disappoint”, I tasted toast, slightly burned. But when I saw the word written, I thought it first and foremost as the combining or the collapsing together of the words “disappear” and “point”, as in how something in us ceased to exist te moment someone let us down.

Small children understand this better than adults, this irreparable diminution of the self that occurred at each instance, large and small, of someone forgetting a promise, arriving late, losing interest, leaving too soon, and otherwise making us feel like a fool. That was why children, in the face of disappointments, large and small, were so quick to cry and scream, often throwing their bodies to the ground as if their tiny limbs were on fire. That was a good instinct. We, the adults or the survivors of our youth, traded instinct for societal norm. We stayed calm. We swallowed the hurt. We forgave the infraction. We ignored that our skin was on fire. We became our own fools. Sometimes, when we were very successful, we forgot entirely the memory of the disappointment. The loss that resulted, of course, could not be undone. What was gone was gone. We just could no longer remember how we ended up with so much less of ourselves. Why we expected nothing, why we deserved so little, and why we brought strangers into our lives to fill the void. (pg. 38)

 

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