My mother had it 24/7/365 for many years. You’d have thought she was bleeding to death. But she outgrew it. My exes actually were quite tolerable during those times.
It’s easy to get aggravated at them, but no doubt it was/is bewildering to them, especially at the onslaught of puberty. Heck, those are days I don’t want to ever go through again, for that matter.
Now get lost. :)
I don’t think mother ever outgrew it.
It mellowed a bit but was still there lurking underneath the surface.
Then the Alzheimer’s hit and her better qualities were more blunted while the prickly irrationality was still as strong as ever.
Yet, she could, even in her earlier years, remark about how even tempered my step-father’s mother was . . . through all manner of hardships . . . coming West from the Midwest in a covered wagon or some such . . .
I just don’t think calm or serene were in her dictionary. They certainly weren’t in her personna or constitution.
I keep having the fantasy that I’m going to bed soon. Guess my long nap is still energizing me.
Cheers.