I’m Not Supposed To Grow Up
I’m in my 30s now and I’m finally noticing signs that I might be growing up. I seem to be getting more organized. My wife actually accused me of nagging her recently. First of all, when she used the word “nagging” it crushed my masculinity to the very core but I’ll get to that later (I believe she nags while I merely suggest). It had to do with my newly established “household organizational rules” or “tips” if you will. No, how about common sense courtesies? Now I’m gonna get myself into trouble here if I don’t say I’m guilty of many too by her rationale (and I won’t get to those later).
Anyway, a couple examples of what annoys the #*@^ out of me is not putting the cap back on the toothpaste or not squeezing the toothpaste from the opposite end of the tube. Makes sense right? And very easy to remember too, I would think. Apparently I’ve also become a dishwasher Nazi. All I’m saying is Tetris is a pretty easy game when there’s no time limit. Maximizing that space makes sense to me. But why do I care so much about such things all of a sudden? Let’s hope it’s an organizational thing with age rather than a drop in testosterone with age. That nagging comment really got me.
Let’s move on. Nowadays it’s a rarity that I’m on time but not because I’m usually late like I used to be in my 20s. If I make an appointment now or even a less formal agreement to be anywhere, I’m always early! And take this holiday season as more proof. I’m just about finished with my Christmas shopping already on December 1st. And my wife and I are getting our tree tonight (as soon as the calender strikes December).
What is going on here? When did this happen? It’s not that I’m now domesticated by marriage either, trust me. I would be this way regardless. These are things I want because they make me happier. I need the organization, I can’t bear the thought of scrambling in chaos. I was never supposed to be like this. I was never gonna grow up in this fashion. I was one of the fortunate few. I was the carefree, “cross that bridge when it comes, everything will work out” type of guy. Oh well, there goes that. I guess I’m gonna be just another old guy complaining about kids today. Damn it.