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August 06, 2017

Being different isn't bad.

Are you the black sheep of your family? Do you know someone else who is the black sheep of their family?

You know what I mean? A person who is ostracized by other members of their family because they are different, or a person who other members of their family put-down so the other members can feel superior; every dysfunctional family needs a “black sheep.”

If you know a black sheep send that person a MemoryTag Greeting Card that praises them for being a black sheep of a family.

First of all, a black sheep has to be different. That’s rule number one. What’s wrong with being different? What kind of world do you suppose it would be if everyone was exactly the same? Who would want that? https://memorytag.cards/collections/daily-douche.

How do you know if you or a person you know is a black sheep?

You have a girl friend who is more than a friend. You love this girl with all your heart. You can’t stand to be apart from her. She’s all you think about.

You’re seated at the dinner table with your parents. They have previously met your girlfriend. You break the news to them you are going to marry this girl. Your mother, whom for some perverted, idiotic, naïve stupid reason you thought was a reasonable person, without looking up from the strawberry shortcake she is eating says coldly matter-of-factly:

“She isn’t what we hoped for.”

That’s a good sign you are a black sheep.

She isn’t what we hoped for? You’re crushed, you feel like you’ve been kicked in the stomach. Like a good boy you say nothing you take it you eat it (the put-down not the strawberry shortcake). You say nothing, but you think to yourself, what you hoped for? Whose life is this anyway?

Oh I get it, I was just put here on this earth to please you. You know what, you dysfunctional harpy (Mom), you old bat, I’m gonna marry her anyway just so it causes you grief yeah I’m gonna marry her whether you like it or not.

You think this. You don’t tell your mother this. But you angrily shovel strawberry shortcake in your mouth and look at her (she remains looking down at her cake after breaking your heart and shattering your allusions about your parents)…you look at her and think…..I’d like to shove your face into that cake.

You’re a black sheep.

Someone should send you a MemoryTag card congratulating you on being a black sheep. First of all, if you know someone who is a black sheep, tell that person how valuable they are. If they weren’t a black sheep of their family, how would other members of the family feel superior?

Here’s another possibility, you have a secret to tell your parents and you’re afraid to, about your desperate need to pursue an “alternate lifestyle.” Now remember the old saying “Variety is the spice of life.”

If we didn’t have differences and different tastes and viewpoints the world would be a bleak colorless place.

You’ve been waiting for this time to tell your parents because you respect and love them and it’s so important for you to tell them rather than keeping it a secret or living a lie lying to them by trying to act some phony act that you’re a different person than you really are.

You say, “Mom and Dad, I have something I need to tell you.”

They’re eating their strawberry shortcake and don’t look up as if they haven’t heard what you just said (in fact if the grim truth be known they rarely listen to anything you say).

“I have decided to become a (alternate sexual lifestyle).”

They don’t hear it and Dad launches into a war story….”You know back when I’z in the war we didn’t have…..” He pauses after a minute and looks at you…….”A what?”

You try to explain, but Dad doesn’t understand, Dad doesn’t want to understand. He stops eating his strawberry shortcake and stands. He throws his cloth napkin down. His face turns red like the strawberries. Like he’s going to have a heart attack (he was drinking alcohol just before).

“How can you say that?” he bellows

“No wait!” you plead.

“How can you say that?”

“It’s easy.”

“What?” he roars

“It’s easy.”

“How can you say that?”

“It’s easy.”


“I told you it’s easy.”


“No, it’s not easy.” You begin to cave-in to peer pressure.

“How can you say that?”

“Please!” you beg.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of them.”

Who are “them” you think?

Dad paces up and down, he storms, he rages, he’s so angry he stomps off out of the room. You feel guilty, destroyed. You should have become a pro football player like Dad wanted. You look at your mother. She is (head down) eating her strawberry shortcake.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I made Dad mad.” You’re on the verge of tears. You seek refuge with Mom, some solace, some recognition of your heartbreak. Nice try.

Mom says coldly without looking at you but down at her cake…..”You’ve changed.”

Meaning you’re a bad person, and you didn’t used to be a bad person, even though you know you’ve been the same person since you were eight years old.

You’re too shocked, too hurt, too devastated now, but later you will think……..Thank you (parents) for love that is highly conditional, shallow and based mostly on convenience…yours…..contemptuous love.

As long as people are decent and different, differences don’t make any difference. If you know a family black sheep send them a card to make them feel special. https://memorytag.cards/collections/encouragement.