Ornery: stubborn, crotchety, bad-tempered and combative
Ornery is the type of word where you guess what it means from how it sounds, as in a bit of onomatopoeia showing itself around the edges. I really don’t think of myself as ornery, but I have been known on occasion to act as though I am. I chose the word because I felt a bit “off” today when I began my morning. To truly be ornery, I’d need a bit of anger or ill-temper as the definition points out to us; however, my brand of ornery is slightly different.
I didn’t want to write. I didn’t want to read. I didn’t want to blog. I didn’t want to exercise. I didn’t want to do any job searching or researching. I wasn’t in a bad mood, just that nothing appealed to me. Sitting on the couch doing absolutely nothing felt appropriate. But that’s just silly and wasteful. It’s likely just boredom creeping in a little too much this week, but I’ll need to be careful to keep the ornery parts at bay.
Ornery usually applies to older men, at least in my experience. Think of the movie “Grumpy Old Men,” and you know exactly what I’m talking about in Walter Mathau’s character. I find myself on occasion showing those tendencies even though he was at least twice my age.
A few examples:
- I’ll see people holding hands walking down the street blocking my ability to pass them and think “Ugh, stop being so silly and romantic. Get out of my way.”
- But I am often a romantic guy, so it was just a fleeting moment.
- I’ll be forced to go to a bar (I prefer my drinking at home or in restaurants) and watch the “young-ins” making fools of themselves, thinking “You have no sense of boundaries or self-respect.”
- I’ve been quite immature a few times in the last decade. I’m no one to talk.
- Friends want to do something new and I’ll just think it’s silly. “Huh? You want to go sit in a park and talk to people while listening to what music? That sounds stupid.”
- But I will get upset when other people say or do the same thing to me.
Yes, I have had those thoughts. And consider parts of my personality truly still have me feeling as though I am 20 years old, there is this odd balance where I also feel 80 years old. And when I feel 80, I’m already reflecting on how much the generation coming up after me is just not as good as mine. Of course, that’s completely false and ignorant of me. Yes, certain things indicate there is a potential they are not as mature as I thought I was, but certain things show a lot more intelligence and open-mindedness as each new generation comes of age. It’s just perception playing games, depending on where you are in life and how old you are during which time period.
This post has nothing to do with people’s maturity. Not sure how it went in that direction, but since it’s important in these 365 posts that I just write what I am thinking and not spend time crafting it to perfection, it remains in print.
What I’m essentially saying here, is that for someone of 40, I certainly exhibit early onset ornery behaviors that I’d like to go away! I don’t want to turn into that elderly guy in the corner house who complains all the time about someone standing on their lawn.
True, I am never that guy in public, only in my own head and in my own home or when near close family / friends, so maybe 6 or 7 people actually see this trait in me… but enough that I need to be careful about it.
On the flip side, I have those moments where I’m pushing people to stay out longer, do more things, be more fun… so there is a fair balance. But when I am ornery, I am ornery. What contributes to this behavior? It almost feels like once you let one or two ornery thoughts creep in, the flood opens and it’s a massive takeover. And generally only time will force it to go away.
I’m grateful my orneriness has a bit of humor about it. As I will talk to myself, fidget with things, make things seem so much worse than they actually are. And those closest to me kinda get a kick out of it, as they see me with limited self-control, not the usual robot, and enjoy my little dilemma. I’m often locked in my own room to sort it out myself once I get too far off the deep end. Even Ryder, my dog, runs in the other direction when I’m ornery. He doesn’t like the word “no” and that often is the first word out of my mouth in these situations.
“No, I do not want to go there for dinner.”
“No, I am not up for leaving the apartment.”
“No, I’m not taking you for a walk.”
“No, stop begging for treats.”
Maybe confessing it will limit the appearance in the future. It seems to be almost gone today, but I’m still a little grouchy and unsure what today will hold. Ever feel that way? How do you handle it…
For your amusement… as I am doing a quick re-read and spell check before hitting “publish,” Ryder is huffing at a noise outside the door. My response: “Oh shut up and stop being so ornery. Other people live in this building. Where did you learn this ridiculous behavior from?”
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I’m Jay. I am 40 and live in NYC. By profession, I work in technology. By passion, I work in writing. I’ve always been a reader. And now I’m a daily blogger. I decided to start my own version of the “365 Daily Challenge” where since March 13, 2017, I’ve posted a characteristic either I currently embody or one I’d like to embody in the future. 365 days of reflection to discover who I am and what I want out of life.
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Early onset orneryness! I love it!
Ha! Happens to the best of us, I suppose.
haha well I don’t know what it says about me, but I’m in my twenties and I get like this. A lot of the time, it’ll be this contradictory dialogue going on in my head- like in your example with the couple walking down the street, my brain will pretty much go: “aww sweet… but get out of my way, I’m trying to race myself down this street” 😉
Yes, exactly! I totally agree. Good… there are more of us like that. 😛 I just found this comment today… it was hanging out in my spam folder for some reason. Fixed now!
haha no worries- happens to me all the time 😉 And me too!!
I haven’t heard the word “ornery” in a long time. I have 5 older brothers and I remember my mother saying that whoever was ill was starting to feel better because they were getting ornery. I guess the invalid had been unusually docile. It is a great word and I love your description of yourself in your more ornery moods. Watch out, Ryder!
Yikes! 5 older brothers must have been a lot to handle. Ryder dishes as much as he gets so don’t be too worried. He’s currently chasing birds on the terrace. So far he’s gotten two this season. And I get to clean up the mess. He knows how to get revenge.
I enjoyed this post soooo much. I was in a bit of an ornery mood when I read it, and you made me laugh at myself. You MUST read Russell Baker’s essay “Confessions of a Three Day Grouch.” It is fun-ny!
Ha. Glad it helped. Will look that one up. Thx.