I hate shopping on weekends, with the crowds, the bratty kids, the impatient parents, and the incompetent sales clerks. But I had to get a few groceries so I reluctantly headed to the mini mall. I pulled in the parking lot. Without warning, a car stops dead in the middle of the lane, puts an indicator on, and sits…….. blocking traffic, and by traffic, I mean, me !!
After a minute, after my blood pressure has soared, I decide to squeeze around this asshole. Just as I am next to him, he reconsiders his parking place, pulls out and cuts me off. Beeeeeeeeeeppppppppp, I lay it on the horn. I am so pissed.
Now, I am generally a very cheery, “glass half full” kind of gal, but this incident, as well as my occasional rants about “kids these days”, “the lazy generation of 20 somethings”, irresponsible parents” have me fearing that I could, indeed, fall on the wrong side of the fence.
The way I see it, old people fall in two camps, there is no “in between”, just two sides of the fence. One…. the old, cynical, swearing, grumpy ones, and two….. the sweet, optimistic, nonjudgemental cheerful seniors. You know the ones that always make you feel better when you see them.
I have to admit, as I age, I am finding more aging people around me becoming grumpy, old people. And I would be lying if I didn’t say that I was afraid of falling on the wrong side of the temperament fence, myself.
I don’t have a grand plan to ensure I fall on the “right” side of the fence.
I am hoping awareness is half the battle. I am counting on this consciousness to jolt me into less irritable behaviour every time my curmudgeon side reveals itself. I will also try to silence all negative or judgmental remarks that pop into my head. Finally, I will surround myself with more of those cheery, optimistic types and hope their goodness will rub off on me.
Wish me luck, and let’s hope I fall on the “right” side of the fence.