As much as B is a kid at heart, there are also times when he can embody the spirit of a 90-year old curmudgeon. This is most often observed while watching the news, since B always has a comment at whatever is being presented. Before I would get upset because I wouldn’t be able to hear the rest of the story as he goes on his cantankerous tirade, but I’ve come to accept that this is the way he is, and I just try to follow up with the written version of the piece afterward. What I didn’t think would occur, though, is that at times I’ve become a curmudgeon.
1) Youth – before, when I would see teenagers or people in their early 20’s, I would observe their dress, mannerisms, or hear snippets of their conversations, and think to myself, “Look at all this youthful energy! Full of creative imagination and optimism!” Now, it seems my blue-haired spirit self looks at them and thinks, “Ugh, look at them, full of hopes and dreams… they’ll learn…” as I grumble on by with my rain cloud in tow. In my defense, this is usually when they’re in a line across of 5 and don’t bother to move aside which forces me to eek past them, or when they’re disrespecting their parents.
2) The cost of things – I suppose this is pretty typical and reminiscent of elders saying, “Back in my day, I remember this was a nickel!” But seriously, things have gone up, and I find myself always saying, “Back in college, this $3 boba drink used to cost $1.50!”
3) Community pool – when I was living by my lonesome, I lived beside a pool and in a young neighborhood, so screams or laughter coming from the area until 11 p.m. was always prevalent, which I managed to tune out. Now, even though we’re nowhere near the pool, it’s enclosed within the condo property so it echoes, and I’ve more often than not caught myself thinking, “Geeeeeez, so loud, too loud!” At 6 p.m.
4) Lyrics – back when I was a wee little lass, I remember my mom wouldn’t let me get the latest Janet Jackson album because it had the song “Nasty Boys” on it, and nasty was a bad word in her eyes. I didn’t understand it then, and I was fairly unfazed with lyrics as I grew up. Now, however, when I find myself nodding to a song, I also catch myself listening to the lyrics and being critical of them. Listening to “I crashed my car into a bridge, I don’t care!” and me thinking “Well, that’s just really irresponsible, Missy!” is a recent example (but for real, though, it is).
5) Driving – before, I was always on the fast lane, trying to get from Point A to Point B as fast as I can. Now that bunch of whippersnappers are on the road (seriously, why don’t they use the blinkers?!), I often find myself on the second or last right lane. I’m going normal speed, but if I find them tailgating, I often think to myself “Go around, go around…”
6) This isn’t really a curmudgeon habit, but I often call B “Spoiler Alert Smith” (last name changed) since, if he’s seen a movie before that I’m watching the first time, he’ll tell me what happens before it happens. If he hasn’t seen the movie, he has a habit of trying to figure out what’s going to happen and he constantly has the urge to tell me, “They’ll be saved because of this character!” Before I used to huffily say, “It’s okay to just watch, you know!”, but now I caught myself over the weekend telling him, “He’s the Rain Maker, babe, I just know it!” (and um, not to brag, but it totally was)
I feel like I’m Benjamin Button, yo! But in reverse (err, normal process of aging) and in over drive, so I suppose it’s nothing at all like Benjamin Button… do you find yourself developing more of our partner’s less than desirable habits?