How to Enjoy Your Parents
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
When I think about my parents as "my parents" (some monolithic cultural construct) -- I find that I don't enjoy them very much.
However, when I just sit back and observe/listen/experience them as individual human beings, I find that I enjoy them a great deal.
I'm beginning to form (or re-form) a hypothesis about how "grouping" people may decrease my enjoyment of the individuals in the group.
Still, I find that I do this mental "grouping" constantly. Today, I sat with my parents and one of my friend's parents (who are closely related in terms of their generational material), and I found myself thinking: "I'm listening to a generation."
In truth, however, I think I'm listening to four voices of a generation, which I do not dream represents an entire socio-cultural experience.
I notice my monkey-mind attempting to categorize this experience, however.
I think that this is probably enormously short-sighted and scope-limited.
It's ironic to me that the distinct individuality of my children proved to me that each human being is unique, but with my parents and others of their "generation", I seem to want to sweep them all into some broad category that "explains them" to me.
I think that this is, possibly, a sign of true laziness on my part.
This post seems disjointed and obtuse to me, in some ways, but I'm about to hit "publish post" -- think of it as a simple revelation: These are the thoughts I am thinking tonight, after a day in which I have been breaking down and observing the individualities of the unit I have called "My Parents". I have no conclusions -- no universally-encompassing insights -- just more questions.
Posted byPortlyDyke at 10:28 PM