There is this moment that happens sometimes when you feel like you see so clearly how two people (groups, whatever) have misunderstood each other, and you’re certain that you could probably clear it up and it would maybe be useful to everybody involved.
Twenty years ago, I would have been Hermione-Grangering-it-up to volunteer to fix that shit, oh me me me I can do it. Because being useful is awesome.
Today I just sort of sigh and think, god, this is a dumb misunderstanding, but it’s going to take so long to hash it out, and everybody involved will hate me just a little bit more by the time it’s all over, and do I really even care that much? Is it really THAT important that everybody get along?
This is, I am pretty sure, one of the big downsides of aging. Or maybe one of the benefits? I can’t tell. I do wish I had more energy to throw myself against every damn wall but, like, there’s a lot of walls. :))
I feel like I spend a lot of time looking at my life choices these days through squinted eyes, going, “wait, is that wisdom or fatigue?” It’s kind of a great surprise of aging, how much they can pass for each other if you aren’t really paying attention.