Maybe I’ve just gotten too old for the crap that life dishes out. I find that the older I get, the less patience I have. I tend to spout off when I get annoyed. I look at it as a privilege of age. When I was younger, I kept my mouth shut to keep the peace – at least that’s how I was raised. Now that I’m older, I don’t want to shut up any longer. If something makes me unhappy, I’ll grump about it and see if I can get it changed to something that I do like. If not, then at least I had the satisfaction of speaking my mind. They always say the squeaky wheel gets the oil. I had so many years of suffering in silence that I think I finally reached my breaking point.
I think that’s why there are so many bad-tempered older people. They got fed up, and they cracked. Old people’s bad behavior gets excused because of their age. I can remember some of the outrageous things my grandmother used to say. She never got in trouble for it, though, because she was old. Who was going to scold her? We’d just shake our heads and say, “oh, Gramma.”
Taking Gramma’s example, at a certain age people begin to speak their mind. You say things you’d never have gotten away with when you were younger. When you were young and inexperienced, if you spoke your mind, you were patted on the head, ignored or gently corrected. If you were brave enough to speak up, it was rare if anyone took you seriously.
It’s surprising the day you look around and realize that you are now the oldest one in the room, and everyone is taking you seriously. Being among the oldest seems to imply a certain level of wisdom – whether it’s true or not! I may know a lot, but I don’t know everything. It still feels weird to have everyone look to me for the answers. How did that happen? I certainly don’t mind sharing what I know, but being treated like the expert is weird.
It’s weird enough to make me grumpy. Perhaps I should start warning folks when I’m cheerful since that seems to be more of a rare occurrence of late! Hey, look out, I’m happy today.
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