Recently, I have come to two conclusions. First, I can't wait until I am old enough to not give a crap anymore, and, second, I am a creeper.
OK I know you want to know what makes me a creeper first, but you'll have to wait because that's just how I am.
Anyway, since the weather has been warmer and sunnier I have noticed a few things that make it so I can't wait to be a bit older, so I can legitimately not give a crap anymore.
You know what I mean.
We have all met some old man or woman who just epitomizes the whole "I'm old and I don't give a crap anymore!" attitude.
These people have so little self-consciousness left that they are perfectly comfortable wearing just their underwear and a tee-shirt out in public or going shirtless while mowing their lawns even though they are my size, which is significantly over weight, because they don't give a crap about what anyone else thinks.
I admire these people for their fortitude. They can go anywhere, look like anything they want, endure constant criticism, and just not give a damn! They are who they are, and screw you if you have problem.
That's awesome in my book, and I hope that one day I will live to an age where I can be like that too.
Over the weekend I also noticed that I am somewhat of an unintentional creeper.
The boys, my parents, Mama Bear, and I all went to the park for a nice little picnic. We were having a a great time, and we eventually made our way to the playground.
That's when I started becoming a creeper I guess.
While we were playing with one of our little rc trucks I noticed that there was a little boy who had just started walking, and he was super excited about our cars. So, I brought our trucks over to play with him, and noticed that his mommy was not much older than he was.
Naturally, being prejudiced like I am, I assumed that a really young mother at the park with her kid meant that the little boy's father probably wasn't in the picture all the time. As it turns out, I was right, but that doesn't matter. I was wrong to assume such a thing, and I am sorry for it.
Anyway, I felt sorry for the little boy and started playing with him and encouraged my boys to play with him not thinking I was being a creeper at all. I mean I was just doing what comes natural, ignoring everybody around me and playing with the kids and their new friend.
Now, I know that my boys are a little overwhelming to some kids, so I was doing my best to involve the little boy we just met in our play.
Unfortunately, I didn't know that by doing so, I was inadvertently "hitting on" the single mom. I am not sure how, but Mama Bear assures me that the young lady absolutely assumed that I was. And, to make it worse, Mama Bear was there the whole time and just let me carry on so she could laugh at my creeperness later!
You know, I would assume that a normal partner in crime would clue in a clueless partner, but not Mama Bear. No, she'd much rather let the creeper town bus run over me and laugh smugly as it does so.
If I was older I wouldn't give a crap, but since I am still relatively young I'm all skeeved out about it.
Now, I'm going to be all self-conscience about playing with my boys and other kids next time we are at the park.