People change............

    As we go through our everyday lives we change.  Not suddenly
over night .. but slowly over time.   We seldom even notice it until
we take a moment to reflect .   The reasoning for this current reflection
was a absolutely awful experience at a doctors visit.
    I recall that as a young man I was very insecure and although not
outwardly shy I was very reserved and unsure of myself.  Over time
I overcome a lot of this and finally found myself leading an almost
normal existence.  Still a bit timid but able to function normally or
at least semi-normally as I made my way through life.  As the years
went by i noticed a slight change.  I became one of those 'touchy'.
guys.  You know the kind of people I never liked.  The little things..
like putting a hand on someone's shoulder when you talked or touching
their arm.  I guess it was just to make up for the affection that I never
showed earlier. But non the less I hated the fact that I did it but couldn't
resist.
     Now for my latest transition.   Through all of my earlier phases I
can honestly say I remained a ez-going person.  Very little conflict in my
life and whatever conflicts did occur were dealt with peacefully and then
forgotten.  No grudges.. no revenge.. just blissful harmony.  Till now.....
    I have noticed (as some readers can attest) recently that a bit of
defiance has been building in my character.   Not so much the angry,
in your face kind,  but more of a 'please don't walk all over me' type of
defiance.  I was monitoring this change cautiously and I thought I was
still in the safe zone.  then the other day I had a post op check-up for
a recent procedure scheduled.  Office said I would be notified and to
be ready by eight am.  Seven thirty I'm ready .  Ten fifteen they called.
Be here ASAP.   Ten forty I check in.   One forty five I get called back .
Two twenty five Dr shows up and casually starts exam.  I might add at
this point a very very painful exam.  Obviously his day isn't going well
and he has plans that I am keeping him from.  At this point I break the
cardinal rule about P*$$ing off somebody with surgical tools inside your
head before they finish the job as I felt the need to question the zest at
which he was thrusting said instruments into my cranial cavity.  Needless
to say it didn't get any better.  He gave me a little speech about necessary
evils if I wanted cured and I think I may have questioned his ancestry a
time or two.  As tears covered my face and I tried wholeheartedly to not
rip the arms off of the chair he nonchalantly carved bits and pieces of 'me'
out of my face and drop them neatly in a cup.  I'm not sure but I think it
was at this very moment as he whittled away like dull scissors cutting wet
leather inside my face that felt the actual transition.   Still stuck in my old
ways I tried to calm the situation upon completion by saying. "At least
that is the worst thing I will have to put up with today"   But like he said ..
The day is still young..   Great motivation!  
      So after a slight confrontation about my order at the fish market and
two small bouts of road rage on the trip home I decided to simply give up
and go to my happy place.  I spent the night alone at camp and pondered
my new found persona.  I remember reading on Face Book one time that
someone posted "I think I'm going to be the kind of old person that bites people"
That might just come true for me.  After all I have a lot of years of turning
the other cheek to make up for.   Hopefully this will pass or another phase will
replace it before I make too many enemies but just in case know that deep
down it's just a phase I'm going through.  I'm really an OK guy once you get to
know me.    Or as someone else translated it..  He's an asshole but you'll get used to it !
Truth hurts I guess....................