When we’re young I think not understanding things is a good thing. We question and dissect and search for meaningful answers. And we are sure that at some point we will figure out all that life has to offer.
But as we age and those answers aren’t forthcoming and more and more things go on that seem to us ‘odd’, we start shaking our heads and saying, “I don’t get it!” with an alarming amount of regularity.
Of course, there are a myriad number of things that I have never understood and never thought that I would; i.e.: the theory of relativity, why avocados have such large pits, why nature in its infinite wisdom made mosquitoes, and who first looked at a blue crab and said, “Boy, I’ll bet that’s tasty!” These don’t bother me.
And I am not speaking of the overwhelming questions that have plagued us since time began. Terrorism, child abuse, plagues, man’s inhumanity to man, slavery and the like. If man ever finds the answer to these maybe they’ll stop, but I don’t see it happening any time soon.
No. I’m referring to the little things that seem to have changed in my lifetime, which don’t really make a difference in my life and, in many cases, may be a change for the better for all I know, but they are like little pebbles in my shoe anyway.
Here are just few things off the top of my head that have become commonplace that I simply do not get, for your enjoyment and in no particular order.
Tattoos. This is in no way a moral judgment. I know some very lovely people who are well-tattooed. I just don’t understand why.
Using ‘I’ when you should use ‘me’.
Why so many people find wrestling fun to watch.
Beautiful women who have extreme plastic surgery.
People who live together with no intention of marrying calling referring to each other as ‘my fiancé’. Again, not a judgment of any moral kind. Just a question of proper word usage.
People wearing shorts when it’s 30 degrees out.
Waiters who ask, “Are you still working on that?”, as if the food they serve is so bad that it requires work to eat it.
Saying jewlery, instead of jewelry.
Playing electronic games for hours and hours. Also, surfing the web (if it’s still called that) for hours and hours.
Not teaching cursive writing and the times tables in grade school.
I could go on, but I’m old and crotchety and my computer-time tolerance has worn out.