I like cranky people

When I was living at home, my mom used to say that when she thought of me as an old woman, I was sitting on a rocking chair on my porch calling all of the neighborhood kids rotten hooligans. You see, I am a bit of a crankpot. Yes, I know, I'm a nice person, but being nice can wear on a person, and then my limited patience for ignorance turns me into Lucy Van Peldt (my favorite cartoon character).

My grandfather was the king of cranky. And I loved it. When everyone else was frustrated with his attitude I was there delighting in it. Loving the grumpiness. Is that crazy? I found it endearing.

William has a bit of a cranky streak. Do not push him when he is tired. His face turns as red as his hair and he turns into quite the grumpy butt. And I pick him up and kiss him and hug him and tell him that most people don't like grumpybuns, but mommy has her own grumpybuns moments. And mommy will love him always no matter what.

We have a cat named Foxy. She is the grumpiest and most particular cat in the entire world. Touch her wrong and she lets out this cackly meow, one that sort of makes me think of my grandfather in his grumpiest moments. Like most cats, however, I think she knows my inner being and knows that I am a kindred soul, even if my Ego suppresses my desire to be the crankiest person in the universe. She loves me more than most. We are fellow crankpots.

I know that most people cannot relate to what I am talking about. But I suspect that each one of us has a character flaw that they secretly love. Maybe it's because they want to live vicariously through these people, or maybe it's because they can relate. So how about you? Be brave and let us know all about yours!