After she spent 20 minutes exclaiming how much she enjoyed it and how emotional and beneficial it was for her “center” and “well being”, I joked at a family gathering that my sister (very new wave hippy, crystal healing, afraid of microwave ovens) should carefully inspect the water bottles they hand out at these gatherings to make sure they’re not spiked with LSD or some other psychedelic.
She stormed out of the house and ranted at me when she got back, at the top of her lungs, in front of her three children and our parents for a solid 45 minutes. Ruined the whole gathering for everyone.
She still won’t talk to me. Mother asked me to take one for the team and apologize to her for making that joke, so I did. Crickets.I said that so I could say this image was me, months ago. I dove at that bottle.
I regret nothing.
Edit: she calls these gatherings “Ecstatic dance”. I looked it up and it’s weeeird. No talking allowed, random interpretive-dance type things for the public.
It was so good for her well-being that she immediately flew off the handle, huh?
I wouldn’t regret that, either.
Yes, she’s incredibly stable. So stable in fact that her brother making a silly joke turned her in to a grudge-holding hate machine.
lmao at the end of the 45 minutes I would have just said “well that wasn’t very centered of you, you should request your money back”
You know, the worst part about finding something that makes you happy and sharing it with other people is there’s always gonna be somebody that finds some way to shit on it.
She’s probably more upset about the fact that you had something negative to say about a positive experience for her than what you actually said.
I would also lose my shit if somebody took my happiness from me
Yeah I mean we don’t know the context but I know from having a family full of bullies that one comment can be the last straw. That could be what happened to her. Or she could be insane. We’ll never know.
On the one hand, yeah.
On the other hand, making a hippies doing acid joke is so, so tame and not really a devaluation of the experience… LSD interpretive dance kinda sounds awesome. That 45-minute-rant sounds like more of a targeted attack on someone’s happiness than anything else in this story.
If someone could “take your happiness from you” with a joke, you’ve been lying to yourself.
Oh yeah, cause everybody knows that newly sprouted saplings are just as strong as the mighty oak that has been rooted for 20 years.
We do need language for communicating
“this is my fragile little happy tree, please be nice to it”
vs
“why, yes, this is my fetish, I don’t give a fuck what you think about [insert literal psychopath behavior]”
