Ducks Wanderings: November 2011

Monday, November 7, 2011

OMS...

Jim has a new teaser for me. OMS... "Old Mom Syndrome". He delights in catching me being forgetful, etc. and says, "OMS!". It's getting rather tiresome. He even does it when he thinks I have done something wrong, like taken a turn the wrong way when he doesn't know where I have decided to go. Granted, I am forgetful. I get lost easily, always have. I will turn the wrong way 9 times out of ten unless I have been there 100 times. Which is why I would never even know if he had taken a wrong turn because I am lost most of the time anyway. It's really quite unfair. Especially since he has brain damage. Really. I have the papers to prove it. The difference is that I don't tease him about his problems. His was caused from head trauma in a wreck in '04. I believe mine is caused from living with him for 20 years. It wouldn't be so bad, but I have done things for years that my girls refer to as "Sophia Moments". Oh well. I am pretty sure they will get more frequent as time goes by. At least he will never cease to be amused.

No Clicks

I didn't like "clicks" in high school, and I don't like them now. I remember a couple of years ago someone complained to me that our H.O.G. Chapter was too much of a click. They felt left out, and were not going to renew their membership. It bothered me so much that I bent over backwards to change the way things were done, to make sure everyone was included and felt welcomed to the Chapter. Those people, I am happy to say are still members. What does not make me too happy is that they are now part of a click within the Chapter and outside the Chapter that does not include my husband and I. Not a big deal really, but it makes me wonder if they realize that they are a click, the very thing that they disliked when they themselves were feeling left out of the loop. Friendship is a fragile thing... it can be hurt easily, starved to death or over-burdened. And yet keeping a friendship strong is a fairly simple thing to do, just treat others the way you would like to be treated. Why is that so hard for some people? I can be friends with more than just a couple of people at a time. It isn't hard. I can even be friends with people who are friends with people I do not care for. That is sometimes awkward, but still do-able. Why is it so hard for others? Why is it that even as adults people form clicks? Pack mentality? Tribal perhaps? Herd instinct? It's kind of funny when you think of it in those terms. But I still don't like them.