Believe or not, but I’ve mellowed quite a bit as I’ve grown older. The white whales of old look more like guppies in hindsight, and the spite that once burned with the intensity of a blast furnace has dimmed in magnitude.
Maintaining grudges takes work, man, and that kind of exertion is better spent on doing shit that will make me and mine happier at the end of the day. It’s an ongoing process, and one that involves a great deal of self-reflection and re-evaluation of priorities.
I’ve abandoned old feuds and learned to let certain irritations slide. When some object of ancient and irrational ire crosses my path, I take a moment to decide if my disdain is still justified.
Did the alterna-splosion of the Nineties really deserve the amount of unmitigated disgust I felt toward it?
OH, FUCK YEAH IT DID. IF ANYTHING, I DIDN’T HATE IT ENOUGH.