Are You Getting More Crotchety The Older You Get?

Shalimar said:
Yep. For whatever time I have left, I choose to spend it with the warm fuzzy people. Cold, manipulative, emotional vampires are sooo taxing, aren't they? Lol.
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Sometimes the vampires are important to other people I care about, and they are hard to avoid. But I agree with you.

Ruthanne, I get cabin fever that way. But at least I live in the boonies in the middle of nature.
 

Phoenix said:
Sometimes the vampires are important to other people I care about, and they are hard to avoid. But I agree with you.

Ruthanne, I get cabin fever that way. But at least I live in the boonies in the middle of nature.
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I get out some Phoenix by taking my dog for walks.
 
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I think one of the things we lose is that innocence...you know when you're a certain age and actually believe " Hey they can't do that!!!". At our age we know crap happens, no matter how unjust or ridiculous and all you can do is muddle through sometimes.
 
fureverywhere said:
I think one of the things we lose is that innocence...you know when you're a certain age and actually believe " Hey they can't do that!!!". At our age we know crap happens, no matter how unjust or ridiculous and all you can do is muddle through sometimes.
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You're right on. They do "do that." Crap does happen and there is nothing we can do about it. Did you play in mud puddles when you were a kid? My cousins and I made mud pies. Life is about making mud pies and convincing ourselves they are as good as apple or cherry.
 
Guitarist said:
Sometimes I think the earth is like a big soccer ball. It bangs a lot of people in the head and they think they're cool if they can knee it occasionally, but every time they try to grab it and hold onto it somebody blows the whistle on them.
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Yup -- sometimes I feel like Charlie Brown trying to kick that football and every time he thinks he's going to do it, Lucy grabs the ball away!
 
I told my husband of the exchanges here, that most people find as they are older that they are less willing to put up with things, and he said, "So we aren't the only ones." I now understand why the old people I knew when I was young were the way they were. Youth usually thinks it knows, and it rarely does.
 
Crotchety, naw. I laugh more than when I was younger. I enjoy that I don't have to be cool or in style and can be as weird as I want. I love Scottish humour and I've learned how to give it back. However, I am much less tolerant of the unfairness I see in the world - bigotry, racism, homophobia, Islamaphobia, narrow mindedness, hate speech.
 
Ruthanne said:
I'm waiting for a burst of energy, though, and haven't had one yet. lol
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I have a long list of things that I am waiting for that burst of energy to help me accomplish. I thought today might be the day-all I needed was an Advil first. Alas,someone took the last of it. I did find Advil PM but that would probably be counterproductive....
 
Phoenix said:
You're right on. They do "do that." Crap does happen and there is nothing we can do about it. Did you play in mud puddles when you were a kid? My cousins and I made mud pies. Life is about making mud pies and convincing ourselves they are as good as apple or cherry.
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Just don't try doing that on FB or you will get a bitter dose of reality! One thing we can do about the crap that happens is to stay in away from where it's happening. If you go out nowadays you won't step in dog crap anymore because people have to bag it and trash it, but there aren't any rules for bagging and trashing the crap people themselves drop in each other's paths.
 
My tolerance for social injustice is negligible, my tolerance for those whose world ends at the tip of their nose, nonexistent. Frankly, I don't care what you know, unless I know that you care. 'Nuff said.
 
I think as we get older we understand more what can pass under our personal radar and what can't. I mean I was thinking of that today with my daughter. She's reluctant to go on the school bus because of teasing. There is an adult monitor on the bus and all the students are special needs...gallows humor "Nah nah You're MORE special than us!".

Come on now...but I tried to give her advice how to cope. When I was a kid I was bullied unmercifully but then I discovered books. Fine call me four eyes or nerd or whatever else you want to cackle about. My nose was in my book and I was somewhere else. Or she takes my MP3 player with her. Same thing, put in your ear buds and ignore them.

It's just hard I know...she's fifteen and maybe cognitively nine...sometimes a mix between. Even harder for her than me...but you have to try to grow a shell...that's all you can do. The joy of being senior is not giving a rat's backside about "fitting in" anymore;)
 
I think I've gotten that way. After the last few months, who wouldn't. I've had a colonoscopy, 4 root canals at once, had to buy hearing aids (at the tune of $3800), had 2 visits to my Urologist (with rectal exams - aaagh) and also to my heart PA. I don't think I'll make it out of this alive. Hey, I'm still riding my bicycle 50 miles a week, though.
 
Mrs. Robinson said:
I have a long list of things that I am waiting for that burst of energy to help me accomplish. I thought today might be the day-all I needed was an Advil first. Alas,someone took the last of it. I did find Advil PM but that would probably be counterproductive....
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I see I'm not the only one waiting for that burst of energy! May we find it....somehow...somewhere...some way. :)
 
Don't think I was ever "crotchety." More like what you might call having a "negative attitude," but that had to do more with my old job. That seems to have gone away, thank goodness. Apparently I'm easier to get along with than I thought I was. Never would have believed it, if I hadn't joined this forum.
 
Am I getting more crotchety, I guess it depends on your perspective. I find as I age that I have no patience with liars and BS artists,(salesman, preachers, political activist from either pole)that assume that am stupid enough to believe their spiel,and therefore feel absolutely no responsibility or compunction respond to them with any measure of respect.
 
I'm not sure if I would call myself more crotchety. I've just started caring less and less what other people think.... about ME.... or anything else for that matter..
 

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