Confessions of a somewhat good person
When I think about the differences between me at 35 versus me at 20, I see that the basic foundation is similar. I am definitely not an angel but like to think of myself as a pretty good gal. People like me, mostly. Lately I have been thinking about the antics younger me pulled and came to a scary conclusion: Younger me and older me aren’t so different and would probably be good friends. For some reason I thought having kids and becoming an adult would miraculously make me a different, perhaps better person. Oops. Do any of these sound familiar to you??
Adult me versus Kid me
As a grown up I knowingly make a difficult dinner and often do a bit of baking the day before our housekeepers come. Dinner and baked goods taste better when I don’t have to mop up the flour my daughter spills and clean the oil off the stove top. Younger me rarely had a clean house but I had a special closet saved for emergency visits. This closet housed loads of laundry, fast food bags, and boxes of trash. When people came over they assumed I was neat and tidy, not knowing about my stash. — In my late teens I worked in a department store. While working a boring day shift, I pretended to faint in order to be sent home. The reason? My girlfriends were going water skiing and I wanted to go. As a side note, I don’t recommend doing this if you work in a corporate job. Did you know state law requires a company to contact an ambulance if an employee faints? I was not equipped with this information and was surrounded by with a wide array of handsome firemen and EMT’s… On second thought if you are single this may be an excellent opportunity to meet someone 🙂 It couldn’t possibly be a waste of time and resources on the part of emergency crew. A few years ago, I knowingly took a sick employee on a work trip with me because I liked her the most. When we got into town she was horribly ill. Since I had brought her I couldn’t have her call in sick so I taught her how to faint to be excused from her work shift. Not to worry this environment would not necessitate a 911 call. The bar industry calls a cab not an ambulance. —– In my twenties I was constantly running late. Instead of curbing my poor behavior I would count on people to forgive me because I was cute. If they didn’t I would be confused, and wonder why they were so mean! Now, when I am in a hurry at Target I will look down and quietly cut off others in the check out line, then give my surprised, “Oh my gosh I didn’t see you” smile and it usually works. —- When I see people I haven’t been good with keeping up with I will duck the other direction. When I get home I will send them a message telling them I have been thinking about them and schedule plans to get together. Younger me LOVED running into people. It was so fun! I typically ran into them at night and we would be drinking and I would tell them how we needed to hang out the following week and forget to follow through. —— As soon as I got pregnant I traded in my shiny sports car for the largest most ridiculous SUV I could convince Mike to purchase. Now that I am so big I am more aggressive and cut people off, knowing I am bigger. I always smile, wave, and say THANKS as if they had a choice. When I was younger and couldn’t find a parking spot, I would park in red and put my hazard lights on. This worked almost every time. When my car was finally towed I figured it equated to a small price to pay for all the illegal parking I had done over the years. —– I have used the having kids excuse at least a dozen times to get out of something–usually work related that I don’t want to do. Years ago, the flat tire excuse worked at least a dozen times to get out of something–usually work related that I didn’t want to do. — In my twenties I became obscenely in debt. I spent thousands of dollars on designer clothes and handbags and fabulous trips with my girlfriends. Toward the end of my spending I recall using three credit cards to purchase one top. I was not embarrassed. As a mom I try to buy key groceries on sale. I love seeing the “savings” at the end of the checkout and consider the wine I purchase to be free if it is the same amount of the amount discounted. Hooray! (image from http://www.indieberries.com/)
Looking at this list I couldn’t help but laugh. My parents swear I am a fabulous person and have grown up so much over the years. They are biased. I do know I am a much better friend than when I was younger. I believe I am kinder, more empathetic, and genuinely concerned with others. But today’s blog isn’t to tout my growth as a human being. xoxo Mari