Recently I came across a journal of mine from 1992. I was a newly engaged 23 year old at the time, planning my wedding. Little Girl was using it as a coloring book- awesome! I used to be so good at journal writing. Now looking back at the person I was I am not so sure all that journalling was a good idea. Just kidding. But it was eye opening to read what I had written. I thought I was a bad speller in my forties, but in my twenties I really sucked. It was all I could do to not break out a red marker and correct myself on the page. I sometimes think I have a tendency towards self-centeredness. But my younger self could really teach a class on narcissism. I don't want to be too harsh because, after all I was young and in the mist of planning the biggest day of my life. However, I've decided that I am glad that I grew up and that with age came wisdom. Thank heavens!
I have decided to take it easier on the younger generation as well, who sometimes are a silly bunch who don't know the difference between two, to and too. The reason is that hey, we've all been ignorant at some point. I am pretty ignorant about many things still myself. But tonight as Middle Boy and I sat on a green plastic bench at a local pizza place awaiting our pizza order, I witnessed a level of stupidity that had to be judged and blogged about. The young teen who took our order was clearly in love with her co-worker who was teasing back playfully with her and it was getting pretty silly. She was trying to convince him that you pronounced parmesan "par-jamin." Said like Ramen (the noodles) or jamin' (as in we be..). I sat there just taking it in for some time and then I just couldn't take it any more. She had him convinced and even checking with the real Italians in the back making pizza. Still the debate went on. I finally called out in frustration "It's parmesan!" totally embarrassing my 14 year old son. Someone needed to rescue the poor guy from drowning in a pool of ignorance. I mean what are we teaching this generation of upcoming youngsters if we don't educate them in the cheese department?!
Anyway back to me and my old journal. : )
There is a day I am talking about how my fiance T was having a bad day after his wisdom tooth had just been removed. How I had been out with some friends to a movie and then came by later to see him. He was hinting to me that I shouldn't stay too late before on the phone and I got all bent out of shape about it. I was all happy and bubbly when I went to visit and he was feeling miserable. I just didn't get it and was totally insensitive to his pain. At least that is what I read between the lines in my journal. What a baby I was! Had I known what parmesan cheese was I probably would have mispronounced it as well. So tonight I just want to say how grateful I am for time and the lessons we learn along the way. And I am also thankful for a little invention called the spell checker.