Complaining more, or less with age?

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Do you find that you complain more than you did when you were young or less?

This is a little tough, but I think I complain more and hate that. (See - I'm complaining again.) I don't know why and can't explain. Could it be so much change and blue skying about the way things were in the past? Could it be fear of mortality? Maybe both. But I'm sometimes crotchety like a very old person.
 

Well, I hate to admit I've always been a complainer. Well, not always. As a child we had a very strict upbringing, so just accepted everything. What helps me now is being aware of it and stopping myself before I express stuff verbally and asking myself is this really worth it? However, I have many, many complaints in this current environment outside of personal life. One has to be proactive and not just accept things.
 
I don't think I complain more.

I tend to roll along with the big things but I have a very short fuse and explosive temper over the stupid little things that people do and say.
 
yep...I think I absolutely do..but only online to my friends ( poor ((friends)) they do get to hear me moaning a lot )..but it's usually about medical issues that have come upon me fast and furiously... so I kinda try and excuse myself for that.

Like you Aunt Bea...I used to have an explosive temper..ooh jeez did I?.. but it lasted minutes and it was over, but I don't suffer fools gladly ... Nowadays I rarely lose my temper, I think it's the calming influence of my very laid back husband.. for me to get really mad now , a fool has to push a big button....other than that in reality ...I've always been a happy smiley person..people always comment in real life to me about the fact that I'm always smiling..
 
chic, you beat me to the punch. I was thinking of posting this theme. I don't know if it's my age or what; but it seems to me that I'm grumpier. I'm also more likely to find faults in others. I had a Dr's appt. at 2. His office is 2 seconds away, just down the street. When I got to my car, it was covered in a half inch layer of ice, which I hadn't figured on. So I called his office to let them know I'd be a few minutes late. It was one of those automated things. It went on and on. Yes, I know enough to go to the ER. No, I don't want his fax number. No, I'm not calling for a refill. No, I'm not a new patient. Finally I pushed #9, I was a "Dr.s' Office". I told her I'd be late. I was so angry. I don't know if it's them or me,But I'm getting grumpier.
 
Falcon said:
Probably about the same. Don't complain very much. One must accept changes especially if
you can't do anything about things.
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Same her Falcon, never complained that much and try to accept things I can't change anyway, healthier that way. :positive:
 
I complained much more when I was younger, now, I keep my life as simple as possible, if it dosn’t affect me, I couldn’t care less
 
For me, the intense cold and winter weather have been putting me in a bad mood. It was below zero for three weeks except when it warms up to dump a foot of snow on us. It's grey and dirty and cold and I'm tired of something I cannot control, I guess. I've been through worse; death, illness, loss, financial reversal.

Yesterday I was so sick of seven foot snow drifts and not being able to see around corners properly when entering a stream of traffic, that I cut through a local cemetery where many of my family members are buried. As I drove through, I passed a tree and saw what looked like an owl at the base of it. I've never seen an owl in the wild before, so I stopped and backed up a little. The bird looked at me and flew off. I was a large hawk. So beautiful and majestic. It put me in a more tranquil mood right away. Life goes on.

Simple pleasures, especially on challenging days. Never underestimate the power of them. It helped.
 
I have long seen ageing as a process of giving things up. At this point going to the mailbox is a long walk. I sold my bicycle a few years ago. I will be an accomplishment if I read all the books that are already on the shelves before they carry me out. Our travel has slowed down enormously, but I still enjoy reading about it.

It is still another 16 years before I reach 100.
 

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