Not really a blog...

What is it about growing older that makes us less likely to express our frustration with those people we see on a regular basis? Toddlers are more than willing to let everyone around become aware of their discomfort, whether they hurt themselves or simply do not like something another child is doing. We are told from a young age to be nice to others but it is also engrained from a young age to tell someone if we do not like something they are doing regardless of if that something is touching us, calling us a name, asking too many questions, not being helpful enough, whatever. At some point talking about what bothers us changes. It turns from telling the person we might have an issue with to talking to everyone except the person we have an issue with. These conversations are rarely out in the open, instead they are in hushed voices, in that hidden corner of work, behind closed doors, but never, never out in the open and to the person.

Full-Time students spend a huge chunk of their life at school, full-time employees spend a majority of their life at work, and usually roommates spend enough time together that any issues within these areas of our lives, logically, should be addressed. It would make sense to tell a coworker that you are tired of answering her phone, fixing his grammatical errors, booking her events, running his food, facing her product, et cetera. In school it would make sense to tell a classmate you are tired of taking his notes, doing her homework, picking up his slack in the group, maybe tired of trying to hear the teacher over her recounts of shopping and drinking mayhem over the weekend. At home it would make sense to tell your roommate you are tired of doing her dishes, washing his clothes, buying food so she can eat it. Yet, time after time I see adults not address these issues and instead let them fester.

Obviously, the annoyances from these problems can only be swallowed for so long until they come spilling out in a snappy, unnecessary comment, a brash insult, a crazy tirade, or possibly some combination of these things. And I am not saying I am innocent to this behavior, Lord (and my 7^th grade science class that witnessed my Britney-esque mental breakdown) can attest to that. But I can say that when asked directly what my issues are I am willing to discuss them. I cannot say that I am always politically or socially correct when bringing them to light, but I can say that I try and I can say that I least I am willing to voice them when prompted. However, I cannot say that for others.

Maybe our willingness to voice our issues is like a bell curve. When we are very young we are very open about the things that annoy us, make us uncomfortable, or dislike and I notice the same to be true of the elderly. I have rarely met an old person that is quiet about the things they disagree with or dislike. Yet somewhere between our toddler years and our Social Security Medicare years, we seem unwilling to clearly, simply, and plainly discuss what bothers us with the people it seems most valuable, even if confronted by said person.

Why is that?!