MA always seemed to enjoy the posts where I examined my own idiosyncrasies, so I have chosen to go with this post, bearing in mind that I realize there are many more important things that could be said*.
Lately, I am more and more convinced that I am turning into Dr. Seuss' North-going Zax. If you are unfamiliar with his classic novel, here's a short summary via Wikipedia:
"The Zax" is a lesson about the importance of compromise. In the story a North-going Zax and a South-going Zax meet face to face in the Prairie of Prax.
Because they refuse to move east, west, or any direction except their respective headings, the two Zax become stuck, as they refuse to move around each other. The Zax stand so long that eventually a highway overpass is built around them, and the story ends with the Zax still standing there.
Having been stubborn from the time I could turn my head left to right and utter "uhn uhn" as in "no no," my family is probably already nodding in agreement.
It is not easy being the North-going Zax. I have always marched to my own drummer. Tell me how something is customarily done or must be done and I'll do it my own way. Thanyouverymuch. I'm stubborn through and through when it comes to taking a stand against rigid traditions and other nonsense of this sort. Try to tie me down and I'll kick and scream. Try to pin me in a corner and I'll push my way out.
Gosh, I sound awfully fun to live with!
Here's the real story. I TRY to be the North-going Zax, but what usually ends up is that I grudgingly go along with what I *should* do, the "proper" thing to do, my voice silenced. Again.
No need to build an overpass around me because I'll be gone by the time you get here.
*If you have time to read some of MA's comments on previous posts, it will give you a sense of what a clever, witty, intelligent, feisty & fun person she was.