So my mother came to visit me. And apart from moving everything in my house and backing my car into something, one of her favourite tricks is just to sit and talk. And talk. It doesn't really matter if you respond, although replying does at least help keep the conversation from veering wildly from non sequitur to non sequitur. It's either amusing or vastly irritating.
I was complaining about this to a friend via FB chat, and they were reading my posts but not responding. This didn't phase me, I just kept talking. And talking. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to realise the irony. So yeah, fuck, I'm turning into my mother, goddamit. I even have a gammy knee.
We're getting older, SE. We're getting older, and grumpier, and probably either more or less hairy depending on chromosomes and genetics. And at least many of us are watching in horror as things come out of our mouth that we swore we'd never, ever say. Usually directed at children.
Maybe we could post about it all here. About your bad backs and rheumatoidal hips. About how your vision is going and your hair is greying and your pee sometimes comes out in a weird direction (although probably not too much about that because excretion threads are gross). And about that ding dang diddly rap music the kids are listening to nowadays. I guess also there's some good stuff about getting old? Like being more comfortable with who you are, or finding out who you weren't. Like knowing how to pick your battles. Like finding a hairdresser that really gets
you. Like being smug and self-satisfied and middle-aged and not giving a damn shit. That's cool too.
But mostly I guess I wanted to talk about this becoming your parents thing. About the good bits and the bad bits. And about how sometimes the bad bits - the things you found most irritating growing up - maybe aren't that bad. In fact I guess sometimes it's the things you don't even notice that are worse - internalised attitudes, unthinking prejudice or just plain ol' misinformation. For example, my boss thought until four weeks ago that men had less ribs than women, because his mother told him so and he never thought to check.