At What Age Does The Grumpy Old Guy Begin

Interesting thread. In my mid 40's I noticed I was getting less, and less tolerant of the knuckleheads in this world. Self-serving people or those with a dismal signal to noise ratio really get on my nerves. My intolerance was increasing until I concluded I had some control over my exposure to some of the knuckleheads.

To be honest, I cut a few of them out of my life. Others, I limited my time with them. Those that materialize out of the woodwork, like knot-headed drivers, I mange to put up with. I try to laugh at their idiocy and not let it get to me. Maybe, just maybe, I'll reverse my grumpiness. Could be I'll become a nice guy again.
 
I'm only 28, but I'm a "cantankerous old codger" at heart.

I hate to see the young punk whippersnappers show up to the range what with there 9 minimeter plastic fantastic and Armalite assault weapons. I shake my head over here with my 1902 hand ejector .38, plugging out the bullseye shot after shot, never missing.

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By the time I was sixty I had established a reputation for being a grumpy old man. I was clearly guilty of all the traits that have been already mentioned. When I was sixty three I was diagnosed with stage two, almost three, liver cancer. That is terminal without a full transplant, but I had a 9 to 12 month window to get one before the disease progressed too far. But I live in a region where the wait for cancer recipients is 12 to 16 months. Under those conditions I came to the conclusion that I really didn't want to be remembered as the old assh-le that lived down the street and decided to make a change. I did, and got a transplant, and now I'm sixty-eight. The big thing I found is that most of the BS just doesn't matter and the sooner you figure that out the happier you'll be. And you might even live longer.


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I'm 72, and have been a card carrying "ornery old man" since I retired 8 years ago. My morning coffee clutch requires members be older than 65, and grumpy. I believe the reason ( and it's real, not imagined) is that after we retire and are not preoccupied with work, we realize how screwed up everything and every one else is.;):D
 
Ok I'm 60 and am in great health but occasionally get little aches or pains from carrying something heavy on the construction site which makes me a tiny bit more irritable. But life is about decisions and deciding if you're going to be happy or sad and what type of person you want to be, is the glass half empty or is the glass half full? Me...I'm just thankful I have a glass to drink from.
 
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The only time I've been there was 1985 and I was glad to get out alive. I can't imagine what it's like now. Larry

This past Dec, it took me 1 1/2 hours to get from the airport to the old stadium down town and 3 hours to get from the south side of Atl to the northside. That was the worst I ever experienced. I think there were 2 different accidents on I-85 that csused the backup.
 

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