Maybe I'm getting cranky as I get old

You know, it seems the older I get, the crankier I get.

Why is that, exactly?

I mean, we all know that it's been a common behaviour pattern for years in humanity (forgive me as I channel Dr. Temperance Brennan for a moment). That's why we always make the jokes of "kids these days don't know nothin', and they don't wanna learn" and "darn kids and their music". I know I can't even count how many times I've yelled, "You kids get off my lawn!"...and I don't even have a lawn.

So, I know that it is part of my genetic makeup to be cranky as I get older.

But I still hate it.

This year I hit the big 3-0, and I faced it with much more acceptance than I ever thought I was capable of. Just another year, right? No big whoop. Whatevs.

However, I realize that I am really set in my ways for only being 30. Like, I mean REALLY set in my ways. I like my routines. I like things how I like them.

You may call it OCD. I call it my happy place.

I think it stems from the fact that I have very little patience or tolerance for stupidity. And, since I am forced to deal with that every day (we all are, and you know it), it can be very trying on me. Exhausting, actually.

So, because there are so many facets of life that cannot be controlled, we are left to deal with those that CAN be controlled. For me, this is where my happy place comes in.

I like to be happy. I really do. That statement may make some of my friends laugh out loud, particularly those who have known me for years, but it's actually true. And I know that the way for me to be happy is to be cranky every once in a while, as a release for all that stupidity.

Besides, I think yelling at the punk kids to turn down that noise they call music is a lot healthier than other options. Don't you agree?