>Old Lady Rants

>I have no issues admitting that I am an old lady, trapped in the body of a 30 year old. My parents would tell you that I have always been kind of an old lady. I remember as a child asking my Dad how I should go about getting insurance. He assured me that eight year olds don’t have to worry about that, and when the time came, I would find an insurance agent without a problem.

Last week Cory and I were driving to work along the Coralville strip and I was telling him a story of some kind when all of the sudden my ears were assaulted by the awful bumping bass in the car next to us. I could feel the little hairs in my ears shaking, and I could no longer concentrate or remember what I was talking about. I believe I did utter the words, “Isn’t there some kind of law about how loud you can have your music in the car?!?! I can’t hear myself think right now! That guy is going to ruin his hearing!”

Yes, I am old. But maybe the most tell tale sign of my advanced maturity is my complete loathing of the popular acronym that the kids are throwing around these days, FML. I see it on Facebook all the time, from generally younger friend, but sometimes high school classmates who obviously have never had their lives touched by any kind of real tragedy, otherwise they would know how insensitive and obtuse it is to declare “F–K My Life” over something as trivial as a missed opportunity to go out for a beer, or a pair of pants that are suddenly too tight.

I am certainly familiar with melancholy, and self pity is not something that is below me, but I can’t ever see the humor in FML. I hate it. If no one in your household is suffering from a terminal illness, please give it a second thought before you callously dismiss the blessings in your life to complain about your less than perfect day by damning your whole life. It isn’t funny.

I think I am done now.

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6 Responses to >Old Lady Rants

  1. Colleen says:

    >I felt really old because I didn't even know what FML meant (I can't believe I'm admitting this). Usually I can figure out the acronyms, but it would never have occurred to me that it could mean something as repulsive as that. The first paragraph made me laugh, though. Ian was asking me just last week as he saw me put my insurance sheet in the glove box if he needed insurance and how do I get it. And Darrin refers to me as a grandma all the time. You are not alone 🙂

  2. Turley Times says:

    >I hate FML too. You're right, it's never "my loved one died…FML;" it's always "I have to go to class today…FML." Really? The other day I saw someone say "Life = fail. I quit." I don't know what happened but I'm sure it was something awful like he realized he was all out of Cheetos and beer. :)Hannah

  3. Momma says:

    >Tricia, You have always been wise beyond your years. I love you. Mom

  4. Melissa says:

    >I didn't know what FML meant for the longest time either. It drove me crazy….and I really shouldn't be one to talk as I know I have had some not so pleasant whining on my facebook statuses lately but I kind of felt like I had a right to. Granted I know people are going through much more tougher things then me lately but sometimes you just feel…well…alone I guess. But FML really shouldn't be used in most cases. Honestly. I love reading your blog Tricia. I wish I kept up on mine more. Just never sure what to talk about.Melissa Bicket

  5. Tricia says:

    >Everyone complains, and we all have a right too. I consider FML to be an extreme and unnecessary response to none life threatening crappy days. Its all about perspective, and though I can complain with the best of them, I can always remind myself that it could be much much much worse!

  6. {Mrs.} L says:

    >My sister has been taking a lot of FML because her husband has cancer. I didn't realize it stood for anything other than Family Medical Leave… Now I really feel old…

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