I used to be liberal...so liberal I could have easily been described as feckin' wet...now I'm not quite conservative, but getting there. Though there are days when I'm all out labour and want to take to the streets with a placard...
You see, I honestly thought people grew mellow with age...I actually had a vague idea I'd not be concerned with anything much in particular. The world economy would pass me by...new technology was for the young...I'd not stand on my soapbox and shout about injustice or cruelty...I'd be sitting there quietly doing a bit of crochet while sipping hot cocoa and doling out unsuitable sweets to the local children.
Growing older never much concerned me actually because I couldn't envisage it...I couldn't equate the youthful girl with waist length black hair and a totally flat stomach with the older woman I've become...wrinkled definitely, in spite of the recent copious use of face creams...not so much grey haired now as white...everything is a bit saggy and I don't mind as much as I thought I would...but I do mind my mind.
You see, I'm slightly more angry than I was at eighteen...I'm more aware of injustice than I was at twenty...something I'd have pretty well ignored at thirty, I now rail at...but I'd thought my mind would quieten down...I thought I'd no longer rant and fume. And rant I do...about almost anything, from useless Social Workers allowing a child to remain with a parent or parents who are hell-bent on abuse to the plight of the Snow Leopard to the discarded rubbish by people too feckin' idle to go to the local dump...
I'm cross and crotchety and all too often quite furious...
We can't change the world...of course we can't...if we were able to that then we wouldn't be in the feckin' muddle we're in and I'm the very first to announce rather grandly...as though I know it all...that you have to start with your own backyard and your own example in the hope others will follow...
So why do I find that isn't enough for me...why do I raise my hands in horror at some news report or a silly little girl virtually inviting the attraction of the nearest paedophile...being cross and antsy doesn't make for a peaceful life that is certain, but I find so much plain irritates...people who refer to their pets as 'fur babies' makes my hackles rise...anyone who is plain downright ignorant has me muttering under my breath...racism and any suggestion that Gays can be 'cured' makes me throw things at my computer...
I would quite like to wipe that stupid smile off the face of the North Korean leader and plonk him down in the middle of an Irish bog and tell him to get on with it...
Anyone who happily eats meat and then wails about the poor little intensively reared pigs needs a sharp smack...
I honestly did think I'd not care when I grew older...I thought I'd let stuff that irritates pass me by...I imagined that I might tut sometimes...but I didn't think for one minute that the older I grow the more cross I become...