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Ravens Ring of Honor
The disrespecting elders thing had a shelf life for me. When I was a kid or a teenager, agreed, it was a complete non-starter to disrespect an older person. Once I became an adult (really not much older than 18) and realized that most of my mom's side of the family, of which all of them would be considered my "elders" were just total trash human beings, I went out of my way to let them know just how trash they were.
One of the personal crowning achievements of my life (I got a wife and kids and I know they're "#1", but just from that personal achievement standpoint) was when I was 24 on Christmas Eve. My mother had died 6 months earlier, and had battled cancer for many years. During her struggles, almost none of her so-called "family" (she had 6 living siblings) wanted anything to do with her. No phone calls, no visits, nothing. They posted at the funeral and made their little courtesy grieving appearance, at that was it. And these were the family members who, when I was growing up, chastised my family for not living in the same town as them, living a life that didn't involve hanging with family 100% of the time, and just generally making something of themselves instead of working min wage jobs and convincing themselves they were better than everybody else because they were "blue collar". O, and it didn't help they all were from Pittsburgh, so I already thought less of them from an intelligence standpoint.
That Christmas Eve, I went to a bar with my dad and my brother, had several beers, then drove over to my cousins house, where all of the family congregates on Christmas Eve. I calmly went room to room, picking out the extraordinary pieces of shit that were her siblings and siblings kids, and I methodically told them how big a piece of shit they were, and that this would be the last time they'd ever see or hear from me again.
It was glorious.
And to close the loop, that's the moment I decided that just automatically "respecting elders" wasn't how I was going to live my life. Respect is earned, not handed out based on age. I didn't care how long these people had lived. I know what they've done with their lives and what they haven't, and what kind of people they are. And they didn't deserve my respect, so they got disrespected.
I'll raise my kids to be respectful when they're young, but to be able to make their own judgments about people as they get older.
Love the story. Good for you for standing up for not only yourself, but also for your Mom as well. I'm sure she was smiling on you when you took care of business. Kudos.
I'm also seeing everyone's point here too.