Over the last decade I have made and mentally recorded my attitudes to irritating situations and my responses. Albeit my personal observations will not merit mention in the New England Journal of Medicine or the now extinct Weekly reader. In fact, my ramblings will not even be a footnote in a desperate bloggers website. With that said, I wish to share my findings.
Abstract: As one moves forward in years there is evidence to indicate a lessening ability in the tolerance to irritation, inconvenience, and an overall inability to tolerate annoyances of any kind.
In our early years we are often confronted with the word no, and as a youngster we accept this as the way of life. No TV until homework is completed, no playing outside until chores are done. As one reaches later ages we come to expect a more autonomous role. I will stay up, party late if I want to and damned to the hangover and all that results. The following day, the car wrapped around your front lawn tree, one of your house-guest still passed out in your best chandelier, and your last slice of pizza is gone from your fridge. No problem you say, as your car still has fumes in the gas tank, you head to the local mickey dees for the 1$ breakfast meal deal.
This carefree attitude soon changes and morphs into a darker side as the sand drains from the hourglass of time.
Observations:
10 Years ago: My car was stolen. My peeve, my best music CD was in the car, damn it...
8 years ago: My neighbors were having a loud party and did not invite me
7 years ago: People drive to fast up my street, Damn teenagers
5 years ago: I was invited to a picnic and I was supposed to bring my own food.
3 years ago: I have to go to a party
1 year ago: My stupid cat still has not learned how to get the food out the bag.
Today : Everything annoys me so don't ask... :)
Just a side note: this bit was meant as humor, please do not take it seriously or you might annoy the older folk... :)
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Over the last decade I have made and mentally recorded my attitudes to irritating situations and my responses. Albeit my personal observations will not merit mention in the New England Journal of Medicine or the now extinct Weekly reader. In fact, my ramblings will not even be a footnote in a desperate bloggers website. With that said, I wish to share my findings.
Abstract: As one moves forward in years there is evidence to indicate a lessening ability in the tolerance to irritation, inconvenience, and an overall inability to tolerate annoyances of any kind.
In our early years we are often confronted with the word no, and as a youngster we accept this as the way of life. No TV until homework is completed, no playing outside until chores are done. As one reaches later ages we come to expect a more autonomous role. I will stay up, party late if I want to and damned to the hangover and all that results. The following day, the car wrapped around your front lawn tree, one of your house-guest still passed out in your best chandelier, and your last slice of pizza is gone from your fridge. No problem you say, as your car still has fumes in the gas tank, you head to the local mickey dees for the 1$ breakfast meal deal.
This carefree attitude soon changes and morphs into a darker side as the sand drains from the hourglass of time.
Observations:
10 Years ago: My car was stolen. My peeve, my best music CD was in the car, damn it...
8 years ago: My neighbors were having a loud party and did not invite me
7 years ago: People drive to fast up my street, Damn teenagers
5 years ago: I was invited to a picnic and I was supposed to bring my own food.
3 years ago: I have to go to a party
1 year ago: My stupid cat still has not learned how to get the food out the bag.
Today : Everything annoys me so don't ask... :)
Just a side note: this bit was meant as humor, please do not take it seriously or you might annoy the older folk... :)