So today's my birthday. Usually a day that brings me nothing but joy, but today was peppered with downside. Wife went to be with the signoff, "You're just mean. Mean, mean, mean, mean."
This seems to be a theme this week. Something I'm learning about myself, and I'm OK with it to be honest. The challenge is that people confuse mean for bitter. I'm really not bitter.
Love life. Love my family. Just don't see the upside of being shiny happy all the time. Maybe any of the time.
I've always had a real joie de vivre. Maybe I just keep it hidden under the surface? As I get older, will I get crabbier and crabbier? On some level, I hope so, as it defines me a bit.
On the other, I worry I may just end up being unbearable to be around. Especially to her. Now granted, it was my birthday and I feel like if I'm upset, she should make the extra effort to ensure that's not the case, whether she thinks I'm an asshole or note. Maybe that's just me.
What set her off, after a few of my usual missteps were forgiven, including slamming the door in her face (accidentally) as I entered the restaurant holding our child. I couldn't hold the door and be my usual gentlemanly self, but I also didn't notice and that pissed her off.
The final straw, though, was my grumbling about Facebook. I don't know about you, but when people I barely know and never speak to wish me a happy birthday on FB, it strikes me as an odd outgrowth of this new form of communication.
She thinks I was actually got annoyed at these people. I just thought I was pointing out the irony, but these people all have the best intentions and I manage get it twisted... Maybe I should be pissed at my real friends who forgot!
There was a half-joking vote of the meanness level between me and a colleague in the office, and I won by a landslide. Note I say I won.
Anyone can be nice. But is being unapproachable really a victory. I guess only time will tell...
Good night and God bless.
