So, maybe I should wait a day, but in concert with the "Happy" thread, I have exasperating as well. People. Parents. Families. My god, there are a LOT of people who apparently feel they are the only riders on this spaceship planet earth.
They had a special ceremony for my daughters college (a "college" is one school - the school of Engineering, say - and a "university" is comprised of several colleges) after the All-University ceremony, and this one was more personal. The Dean spoke at length, kindly and eloquently, about each of the 22 students in her college. Wonderful and I had tears.
Until Spieberg in front of me decided to hold up her phone and try to capture the whole thing. Think of that symbol on the Van Halen OU812 album. If you want to film, get up and move to the side. The upshot is, she didn't really know how to do what she was trying to do and spent a good portion of the time fiddling with her phone. So I'm rocking back and forth like Ray Charles trying to look around her bony fingers trying to find the "record" button. Woman behind me apparently doesn't know what a "Silence" button is, or how to turn her volume down. There were texts or messages throughout the 90-minute assembly. I'll give you one, everyone forgets, maybe two, who knows, but we counted FIVE interruptions from messages. To this moment I don't know if she ever turned it off (and if it's an emergency, or she's a doctor, get headphones. Not that hard, I've done it before.)
And finally, and I expect to take some shit for this one, but the now-obligatory "barking" and "wooing" when your kid goes up. To me, that's just yet another sign of our insecurity and need for validation. I did not "woo" when Stadlerette was called; I told her in advance that I was incredibly proud of her and loved her, and we joked about it (she actually said "please don't"). I told her again after. To her face, directly, not via "woo". She doesn't need any "wooing" to know how special she is, and I don't have to publicize and declare my love to a group of strangers to affirm what a great and fantastic dad I am.
Old man rant over.
For the record, this is picking nits and venting; the last two or three days have been wonderful, fun, rewarding, and incredibly relaxing.