I happened upon “The Bonnie Hunt Show” during my business travels last week, and her floor director made a comment that I’m thinking about putting on a t-shirt.
Bonnie was teasing him about the number of cookies he was eating before the show, and he replied, “I’m an adult now. I can eat as many cookies as I want. I’m in charge of me.”
Damn straight.
Even at my age, I am asked time and time again to explain my behavior, simply because it goes against some preconceived societal norm. The one that irks me the most?
“You don’t want wine with dinner? Everyone else is having a glass.”
I am so tired of answering this question. Why should my not drinking alcohol ever be an issue? But for some reason, it is. And I find myself explaining, again and again.
Do I ever make people explain why they choose beer…or wine…or a mixed drink? No. Because I don’t care what they drink. It doesn’t affect my enjoyment of what I’m drinking or eating, so why should my decision to drink iced tea affect theirs?
Heck, iced tea looks like liquor — a darn big glass of it — so by all appearances, I’m drinking. And if you’ve hung around with me, you know iced tea makes me very, very happy, and when I’m happy, I’m very, very social.
Yes, this is a pet peeve. But I feel better having vented. Thanks for listening. Heck, let’s all go grab a cookie…or two…or five.
We’re all adults here, right?
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