Why I Hate Charades
A couple times, I've been invited to play at a party as an adult and I flat out refused.
I was watching the movie, The Family Stone in which the uptight character played by Sarah Jessica Parker was forced to join in the merriment of a game of charades. And while she wasn't a particularly sympathetic character at that point in the movie, I was immediately on her side.
Since the movie always seems to be on HBO, I always seem to click on the channel just as the charade scene begins and every time it makes me squirm. I can't find the remote fast enough to turn the damn thing off. (I actually like the movie). So I got to wondering...why? Why does that scene make me so uncomfortable.
Charades, in my opinion, has got to be most embarrassing, exasperating, downright stupid and pointless game to ever be played by grown-ups.
I think I just figured out why.
It's because I spent most of my life pretending.
Pretending to be the biological child of my adoptive parents.
Pretending I didn't mind being adopted.
Pretending I didn't wonder about the woman who gave me away.
Pretending adoption was no big deal.
Pretending I was grateful.
Pretending to be the daughter my adoptive parents needed me to be instead of the person I actually was.
If you earn your living by Pretending then you have zero patience for fun and games pretending. When you've been turned into a pro by Closed Era Adoption practices, you don't want to play with amateurs.