Probably the best thing you can do for yourself as a “person
of age” is to embrace the idea that you don’t know everything. What’s the point of life if there’s nothing
new to learn?
I had an experience today that shocked me into realizing I
hadn’t written for this blog in far too long a time. I was at a wonderful local
library, where they provide little enclosed booths to work in. Each is equipped
with a bank of electrical outlets so you can bring multiple devices and work
there for hours if you like. I packed two drinks, some food and my laptop for
the duration. I had arranged my purse on the workspace too so that I could take
a picture of all my trappings for posterity. After all, it was an important
day. I was starting my first ever attempt at the National Novel Writing Month –
an annually organized group of thousands of people attempting to get 50,000
words of a novel written in the 30 days of November. This was a big deal for
me.
I got set up and took out my camera, snapping a shot of the
workspace then turned around to find someone to take a picture of me hard at
work at my station. I approached the closest woman and asked if she’d mind
taking a picture of me.
“I can’t hear you!” she said, loudly. That probably should
have been my first clue, but I trudged on and repeated myself. She looked at me
askance but dragged herself out of her chair. I showed her that she simply
needed to push the button on top of the camera and sat down.
She peered at the screen on the back of the camera. “Do you
want that purse up there?”
“Yes, I’m trying to show all the stuff I brought to the library.”
Then she literally scowled at me and removed the purse,
putting it on the floor. “How about that
Coke bottle? Why don’t we put it over here (where it won’t show) and the bottle
of water over there. That’s much healthier and you won’t be advertising for
free.” She proceeded to arrange everything the way she thought it should be. I had
given up any attachment to the outcome of the picture when she picked up the
Coke bottle. Please, Universe, just let it be over.
She snapped the tidy, now useless picture and happily handed
the camera back to me. She leaned into me and said, “I may not know much about
photography, but I know clutter in a picture doesn’t look good.” She toddled
off to her workstation, happy that she had completed her task and completely
unaware that she had been an ass.
Now, I admit, it was unlikely that her age was the entire
problem. She had probably been a know-it-all her whole life, and that condition
was simply exacerbated by the years she’d lived. What really frightened me,
though, was that I doubt she was more than ten years my senior. Really? Please
tell me I will not turn into that in ten years’ time.
This is the condition I have pointed out to my children as
the one which should trigger them into taking me out! That’s right, I’ve made them
swear to end my time on Earth should I ever become a cranky old know-it-all!
Since I put that contract out on myself, I refrain from taking over every situation and telling everyone what I think relentlessly. I actually never did that anyway. Just to be sure, I also repeat one of my sisters' mantra - "It doesn't always have to be my way."
Well...it doesn't. It really doesn't.