It must be Covid-19, or the mess that Trump has made out of my country with all of the hatred that he has been spewing out of his trap, but at one time I was a very mellow person. Maybe it is because of all the bloggers saying how much they hate the WordPress Block editor and wishing that they would have left well enough alone. Lately I have been grumpy, letting stupid things bother me. I guess I think that I am funny, as when I went for my Covid-19 test yesterday and the lady approached me with a cotton swab, I said, “It’s up your nose with a rubber hose”, which is something that Vinny Barbarino used to say on Welcome Back Carter, but because she was so much younger than me, that went right over her head, but she did smile at me, maybe just thinking that I am a jerk.
I always tried to be funny and make people laugh, even if it came at my own expense. In school, being funny was no joke to me, it was something that I tried very hard at and I guess I liked the attention that I got from it. I never tried to capitalize on the misfortunes of others, by making fun of the special kids, who others thought were inferior to them, so I would never stoop that low, because I felt sorry for these students, but kids can be mean. I was more like the kid who would ask those stupid questions, like in Science class where I asked the teacher how much the Sun weighed. I am sure that some of the smarter kids thought that I was an idiot or a complete jerk, but I just wanted to have fun all the time.
The other week I went into a tirade because of some stupid comments made on my post and I was so mad that I ranted about this and even went on to write another post about this issue. Years ago, I don’t think that this would have bothered me, as it probably would have rolled off like water on a duck’s back. My whole life was lived in my own little world where nothing ever seemed to bother me, kind of like the duck feathers being coated in special oil to make them look dry after they are submerged under the water, but now that special oil is gone and I have become the cranky old man that I never thought I would be.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #20 where the prompt is your temperament.