Stubborness

I hope that when I am old I am not stubborn or prideful. I know that with age comes wisdom, but I always want to be willing to listen to someone and not think my answer is the right answer. I guess I can even find myself doing that today, at the ripe ol' age of 25, I find myself stuck in my ways. So maybe I am hopeless. I guess mainly I don't want to discredit what other people are doing just because they may not be doing it the way I would. Every person is different and in the different ways we operate we can still be affective; we don't have to all be the same, right?

Being around bold, opinionated women have made me more bold and more opinionated. I am not sure if this is a good thing or not, but the longer I stay at Shawn's Grandmother's house the wearier I get from submitting to what they want me to think. For a short amount of time I can absorb what they are saying, not agreeing with them, merely listening to the rantings that take place. After a few days, one has to give their opinion right? Maybe not, I should stay silent. Oh when will I learn? I enjoy the stories of the old days, but things are different now and are constantly changing.

Nonetheless, I've enjoyed Shawn's grandmother and mom. They are great women who have a lot one can learn from. I've been able to help out around the house and have had ample time to read, read, and read. I am off to eat some banana pudding and maybe spend some time with the lovely ladies. They really are lovely, though they don't think so. I will just have to change their minds now, huh?