Just as I placed my fingers in position to begin this post about grouchiness, a small, red spider began descending from her new web from the desk lamp. A fresh, steaming cup of coffee sat directly in her path. After moving the coffee, I picked up the end of the web and released the tiny creature outdoors. In doing this, I saved a life and a perfectly good cup of joe.
Now that I’ve been alive for 60-plus years, I’m not the wonderful, innocent, lovable old man depicted in movies and on teevee. Nor am I an old curmudgeonly, grouch like Ebeneezer Scrooge. My personality is somewhere in between these two extremes. I hope I still retain some of the sunny disposition that mom bragged about when I was just a little boy. This is probably just wishful thinking. I still harbor too many rules and too much stubbornness.
While I enjoy meeting and conversing with small children, I’m not as happy being around them as is the neighbor across the street. He’s a cheerful postman with enough patience and good will to cope with people of all sorts including endlessly curious kids and obnoxious oldsters. My neighbor has had to deal with many personal setbacks and health problems, yet he remains accepting and cheerful. I’ve never seen him express any grumpiness.
If you’ve ever spent much time around cats, you probably noticed how they can be loving, playful, and adorable. Then, some odd emotion erupts in their walnut size brains and they suddenly become owly and grouchy. The grumpy mood doesn’t last long, though. Cats usually walk away and settle into a nap or nibble from their food bowls. I wish humans could more easily walk away from disagreements.
I become querulous when subjected to news and current events these days. I feel grumpy about the extreme social conservatism as a major part of the zeitgeist. I prefer forward-thinking and progress in human relations. Backlash and retrograde thinking is annoying. After all, this is 2018, our civilization should be as advanced as our technology.
I’ll leave the political commentary alone because deceptive, manipulative politicians trigger my hormones, which trips my angst, and leaves me feeling grouchy. After all, today is Monday. Why make today more difficult than it has to be?
I remember that little spider as it quickly descended towards the cup of coffee. Maybe I should have shared a sip of caffeine with her. I hope the spider isn’t grumpy as she now sits on the cold shrubbery outside the door.
The Blue Jay of Happiness relates to author Neil Gaiman’s observation. “I’ve been blogging since February of 2001. When I started blogging, it was a dinosaur blog. It was me and a handful of tyrannosaurs. We’d be writing blog entries like, ‘The tyrannosaurus is getting grumpy.'”