When I was in my teens and early twenties, I remember being really irritated by hearing people repeat themselves over and over again without realizing it. I could only listen to a person say “I like those reality shows!” so many times before I wanted to wring their necks. Ditto for people who repeated the same damn joke more that three times in one week.
Now I’m older and it doesn’t bother me as much because I’m the one who’s repeating myself. I hear people say, “Yeah, you told me that!” or “You showed me that already!” when I have no recollection of doing such a thing. Then I feel old and possibly brain damaged.
If I had a daily strip, or if my ideas were as intricate and detailed as Alan Moore’s, I would write them down. Instead, I wind up having the same ideas run through my mind over and over again, sometimes without realizing it.
I know we spoke about this topic recently, but after reading this I had a bit of time to reflect. I guess when you get older you are supposed to have a bit more patience. Maybe you tend to excuse people for their humanity?
Then again, maybe only some of us do, because I still get angry…a lot.