Irritating

Our grown children figure us out and for a time they become disenchanted. The crevices in our characters are analyzed and they must distance themselves to find their own identities.

I recently asked my son if he found me more irritating now or before to which he responded the former. I am fine with this as long as he finds his own comfort zone in life and making the distinction between our characteristics helps him. I remember finding my father objectionable until I became older and then was able to better understand how his past had formed him.

We are all strange creatures each with our odd habits and we do our best to muddle through life trying to comprehend ourselves which merely takes a lifetime.

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