Oftentimes, when people start a story by saying, “I’m not proud of this…” the truth is that they really are rather proud of whatever they are fake-confessing. But I am really, really not proud of this. What I did was just plain incredibly stupid. It was a male sort of thing. Honestly, I wouldn’t even mention it if it didn’t help me make an important point for this Thought Tool.
When one of our lovely daughters turned six, she asked for a sleepover party. Accordingly, in the late afternoon, about a dozen excited little girls between the ages of five and seven were dropped off at our home in their pyjamas. They had supper together before burrowing into blankets and sleeping bags in our living room, chattering and giggling.
That was the moment I donned my rented gorilla costume. Beating my chest while uttering gorilla-like roars, I leaped into the living room and pranced among the sleeping bags. Yes, I really did. I hate myself for this and all I can say is that it was a male sort of thing. Little boys would have loved it. (I was so sure Susan and our daughter would love my exciting plan that I neglected to inform them in advance.)