I try to like ALL THE PEOPLE.
Needless to say, it doesn't work.
There are three older people at my church who are my favorite people in the church. It's not that I don't like all of the older people - for a while there, I really thought that I should, and it filled me with much guilt. Older people were supposed to be this kind, benign set of people, all soft and warm and nice, right? Kind of like grandparents on TV. I felt really incompetent that I couldn't get some nice grandma type to like me.
It wasn't until I ran into several older people who were really difficult to get along with, that I realize that age makes no difference on the ability to get along with people. Some people just - don't like other people. And they don't WANT TO.
Color me ridiculous. And clueless. Age makes no difference.
These three people - well, there's really four, but one is about 20 years younger than the others, but, ok, let's just go with four, its easier, get ON with the story already, geez -
I sit next to one every week. One is in the choir. One is an usher. And one is a woman in the funeral ministry, the one who told me the "cogs in a kaleidoscope" story. And, along with my mom, the four people I most enjoy seeing at church. And the four people who make me feel important at church.
One of them is moving, and I'd like to get her a gift. She's moving to live with her daughter, and it's quite possible I won't see her again - not bring melodramatic, just laying it out there. So what's something that I could give her? Something special, to send her on her way graciously?
Back to the above. I've realized you can't like everyone, and everyone can't like me. No matter the age, no matter the stage.
And I'm going to appreciate like hell those I do.