In the past couple of weeks I haven’t been the nicest person to be around. Tetchy, twitchy, irritable, distracted… the list goes on. I’ve felt impatient, let down, under serviced and have generally moved around the place with a feeling that everyone and everything was either mildly disappointing or totally hopeless.
Entire nations have behaved stupidly. Politicians are either thick or corrupt (or more usually both) and my favourite cafés are overrun by obnoxious people talking incessantly about real estate, superannuation and overseas holidays.
What has been going on? Why am I the only person who gets it around here?
As is frequently the case, it took someone very close to me to point out the true culprit. Like it’s not glaringly obvious, right?
Over breakfast one day last week, Gerrish Junior let me have it with both barrels. Oh yeah. For a 12-and-three-quarter-year-old, this young man has a big voice and an alarmingly scathing vocabulary.
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I now know (and now fully concede) that every little bit of irritation I’ve felt pales alongside the amount I’ve been dishing out. What has been frustrating me more than anything is ME.
(Note to Gerrish Jr.: That’s a metaphor, I won’t hog your mirror, I promise.)
So how about it – are you willing to accept that just maybe the ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ expression fits someone you know rather well?
Spill the beans or dob someone in here, and don’t worry, your secret is safe with us.