For you youngin’s out there, your time is coming…
It’s difficult and daunting to be a codger. By now, it should be as natural as my hair falling out, but it takes work, practice, over and over. It’s very difficult. You can't let your guard down for a minute.
Like, wearing compression socks with your sandals. I thought I was never going to get used to it, because the younger me hardly ever wore socks to begin with. They’re so confining… and constrict around your calves. It’s hard! I want to just go barefoot, but apparently if I don’t wear these socks, then it’s really hard to be codger I am born to be.
Always frowning. My eyes just belie my true feelings. Frowns are just relaxing away that smile into a more casual facial, but I can’t control my eyes. Some days I am just happy to be breathing, and my damned eyes give that feeling away. But, frowning… it’s just hard. It is supposed to be easier than smiling, but it makes my face hurt so much.
I see kids out playing in the street in front of my house. It looks like they are having fun. I know that it is my duty to yell at them and make them run away, but some days… Some days I just get tired of just watching birds in the bird feeder. I know, I know… they’ll kill my grass by walking on it. So, “Scram kids!” But, it’s hard. Every day threatening the kids with a stick, threatening to call their deadbeat drug using parents. Every day… the grass isn’t dead yet. Can I skip today? Nope, it’s my job now. F’n kids!!
And, those codger blends… I know that I am supposed to like them, but I just can’t handle them. They’re aromatics that suck. They make my truck smell like farts, and they taste like shit. Maybe this is what is supposed to fuel the other codger aspects. If I constantly torture myself with nasty Prince Albert or Sir Raleigh, or… Carter Hall… then my hate and disgust with the world is easier?
And, why can I not wash my hands without immediately having to pee. I can’t even water the plants without running to a tree as soon as I turn on the water. Hell, just thinking about water is… I’ll be right back.
Ok, so maybe compression socks are supposed to keep me from peeing so much? Carter Hall helps me with my smiling problem, as I focus on the hatred that I am smoking, my eyes relax more into a natural loathing. But, keeping the kids off my yard is the hardest. It’s like keeping the dogs out of the cat box. The moment you aren’t looking…
What is the hardest part of being a codger for you?