How to Enjoy Your Parents

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  

3 comments:

pidomon said... September 12, 2007 at 7:30 PM  

The fact that you can have these thoughts and then open yourself up to examine them says a lot about you!

TheCunningRunt said... September 14, 2007 at 9:22 PM  

We should all wish for such questions. They're the reason we exist. Relish them, Gurl.

Rent Party said... October 20, 2007 at 10:07 PM  

It is very odd about parents. Mine are dull together but interesting separately, also. I wonder if they are dull together when I am not present, or whether they just feel constrained because they must go into parent mode - as a form of theatre - not only for me but also for each other when I am there.

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