Becoming a Curmudgeon

Let me be clear. I have never been one to tolerate gladly the boorishness and ignorance of others. That being said, I have over the last few years become more and more curmudgeonly. This is generally accepted as a natural tendency in those like me who have reached a point in life where we are categorized as being "elderly" and there is some validity to the notion. As we age we often feel more entitled to "say what we think." There is the additional advantage of reaching that point where we lose the fear of being ostracized or having our careers affected by taking positions that may be generally unpopular.

In my case I feel that I have endured the slings and arrows of a discourteous, ill-mannered, and self-involved society long enough, and can no longer tolerate such behavior in silence. Everyone is affected by people who impede us while talking on their cell phones, or who blithely block the aisles in stores, or cashiers who hold up customers while conversing with co-workers.

Everyone is affected but the curmudgeon grumbles his disapproval. Hear me grumble.