Grumpy old woman
Oh goodness… I didn’t know about this. I was prepared for age lines, longer hangovers and a relaxed six-pack, but no one told me I would become grumpier the older I get.
Oh indeed I am.
Meet grumpy old woman: I over-sigh at people asking silly questions in queues, grunt at commuters with back-packs, hiss at the ‘pram brigades’ in pubs, tutt at colleagues not putting their mugs in the dishwasher, glower at wait staff not taking my order instantly, fume at help-desk staff’s inability to give correct information and huff at the youth of today expecting it all to be handed on a plate.
See… I am not even kidding. I am grumpy. I never used to be. I put this done to becoming older.
And even more worrying than my overall annoyance with the general public is my lack of tolerance for those who are actually nice to me – my friends. Re-arranging social commitments, forgetting that is their round or just hearing the same grievances about their partner makes me want to ‘grump’ my way back home.
Grumpiness is often the result of intolerance and impatience. Where did my tolerance and patience go?
It would be lazy to blame the erosion of my calm demeanour on London living. I think every Londoner has a degree of this environmental malaise lurking somewhere in their system.
No, I think it is more than that. I believe in order to protect yourself from getting the permanent ‘hump’ you must be resilient and dedicated to your immune system of letting things get the better of you.
That’s where my brother’s judo mantra comes in handy: embrace the feeling and move on. Or if that doesn’t float your boat, how about a little Karate Kid action: wax on, wax off.
I am not prepared to become all Zen and bring out the joss sticks, but what I will start doing is letting it wash over me.
And, I think a light dose of remembering what it was like to be me twenty years ago will surely help: I didn’t get the Barbie doll I wanted so a few tears went a long way to knowing that at the end of the day these things happen for a reason.
It is probably worth mentioning that the particular model of Barbie doll eventually had to be recalled because of some pelvic malfunction.
So wax on, wax off my friends.
Oh indeed I am.
Meet grumpy old woman: I over-sigh at people asking silly questions in queues, grunt at commuters with back-packs, hiss at the ‘pram brigades’ in pubs, tutt at colleagues not putting their mugs in the dishwasher, glower at wait staff not taking my order instantly, fume at help-desk staff’s inability to give correct information and huff at the youth of today expecting it all to be handed on a plate.
See… I am not even kidding. I am grumpy. I never used to be. I put this done to becoming older.
And even more worrying than my overall annoyance with the general public is my lack of tolerance for those who are actually nice to me – my friends. Re-arranging social commitments, forgetting that is their round or just hearing the same grievances about their partner makes me want to ‘grump’ my way back home.
Grumpiness is often the result of intolerance and impatience. Where did my tolerance and patience go?
It would be lazy to blame the erosion of my calm demeanour on London living. I think every Londoner has a degree of this environmental malaise lurking somewhere in their system.
No, I think it is more than that. I believe in order to protect yourself from getting the permanent ‘hump’ you must be resilient and dedicated to your immune system of letting things get the better of you.
That’s where my brother’s judo mantra comes in handy: embrace the feeling and move on. Or if that doesn’t float your boat, how about a little Karate Kid action: wax on, wax off.
I am not prepared to become all Zen and bring out the joss sticks, but what I will start doing is letting it wash over me.
And, I think a light dose of remembering what it was like to be me twenty years ago will surely help: I didn’t get the Barbie doll I wanted so a few tears went a long way to knowing that at the end of the day these things happen for a reason.
It is probably worth mentioning that the particular model of Barbie doll eventually had to be recalled because of some pelvic malfunction.
So wax on, wax off my friends.
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