During his childhood and teenage years, Norman had sailed through life without any storms that he couldn’t survive. In the course of a humorless event or situation, he would always be that one person who wouldn’t acknowledge or talk about it afterward.
Later in life, he comes to the inference of, “Maybe that’s my problem… I don’t take anything too seriously…”
When someone brings up the event thereafter, he’ll just laugh about it like it wasn’t anything major or has no effect on him. He’ll wave it away like it doesn’t matter at all. Even now, he still does it. He admits, “Even now I don’t take things too seriously.”
As a heartbreaking situation or a doursour event subsides, my grandfather will power through it. Usually, he will not talk about it. If others are talking about a certain event or what the problem was toin a certain situation, he’ll include himself in just to say a few sentences. He’s sometimes issometimes willing to stay on the topic for a few minutes, but that's all he is willing to contribute before going off to busy himself with a chore or something else.
He’s uncomfortable with addressing a particular scene where it involves him and others in or at a place he doesn’t want to remember. He’s not fond of talking about an issue to others that need to be recognized.
As he looks back through the life he has lived, he declares, “...which is bad… but that’s the way I am.”