Men turn grumpy at age 70?

I'm 78 now, and I think having years of experience generated from making mistakes and observing mistakes (mostly political) made by others, I've earned the right to:

1. Not be "politically correct."

2. Speak my mind, but only on subjects I know something about.

3. Ignore talking heads on TV who don't have clue what they are talking about, but who only want to regurgitate their particular party line.

4. Differentiate between pure news reporting (journalists), and biased commentary disguised to appear as pure news reporting.

5. Not owe anything to anybody outside of taxes. And, yes, I recognize that "taxes" means government-authorized thievery in most cases. Taxation in SPITE of "representation" now seems to be the rule.

6. To pithily observe that there is no difference between political parties of any stripe. The politicians who claim one party over another for their affiliation simply vary in the amount of their corruption and how well they conceal it. Underpants and politicians should be changed frequently, and for the same reason.

7. To not accept being labeled as politically biased one way or the other, nor should the moderators here consider this post as "politics." I pretty much disdain all politicians, regardless of party. I am an equal-opportunity finger-pointer.

8. To recognize that some people may mistake my hard-earned attitudes for grumpiness or my just being an old curmudgeon. Not so. I speak the truth, and the pundits may drop where they stand. I just don't give a flyin' fig.

John - OUT.

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I tell the young 'have a great day' cashiers; Every day is a good day..... I refuse to have a bad one(smile here)! Yep that's me... Happy go lucky, lemonade from lemons.....unconcerned,
and who cares??... I'm happy!

that being said; I overheard a coworker conversation:The new lady asked they longtime lady and good friend :
" I don't think he likes me?"
She laughed and replied : "No big deal, he doesn't like anyone!"

WHAT.....Me grumpy?? It's gotta be a combination of genes and age.....unavoidable!!
 
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I'm 78 now, and I think having years of experience generated from making mistakes and observing mistakes (mostly political) made by others, I've earned the right to:

1. Not be "politically correct."

2. Speak my mind, but only on subjects I know something about.

3. Ignore talking heads on TV who don't have clue what they are talking about, but who only want to regurgitate their particular party line.

4. Differentiate between pure news reporting (journalists), and biased commentary disguised to appear as pure news reporting.

5. Not owe anything to anybody outside of taxes. And, yes, I recognize that "taxes" means government-authorized thievery in most cases. Taxation in SPITE of "representation" now seems to be the rule.

6. To pithily observe that there is no difference between political parties of any stripe. The politicians who claim one party over another for their affiliation simply vary in the amount of their corruption and how well they conceal it. Underpants and politicians should be changed frequently, and for the same reason.

7. To not accept being labeled as politically biased one way or the other, nor should the moderators here consider this post as "politics." I pretty much disdain all politicians, regardless of party. I am an equal-opportunity finger-pointer.

8. To recognize that some people may mistake my hard-earned attitudes for grumpiness or my just being an old curmudgeon. Not so. I speak the truth, and the pundits may drop where they stand. I just don't give a flyin' fig.

John - OUT.

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I could not have said this any better than John. :)

I will tell you the truth and not sugar coat it.
If you don't want that, don't ask the question. :(
 
I'm 66, and admittedly I guess, somewhat premature being grumpy (if 70 is the magic age). What I can relate is, as many above have said, it seems that I just don't give a rat's petoot about how others may take me or what I have to say. And, there seems to be benefits associated! Within the last two months I have been removed from two high blood pressure medications. The doc asked me what's up and what changed. I responded that my best guess is that I have very few stressors any longer. I still 'stay engaged', but it's volunteer work (firefighter) with no regular hours and the option to not respond if I don't feel up to it. I still make about 125 to 175 calls a year out of an average of about 200, so that's not very bad as I see it. I guess reducing stress is good for the body and soul!
 
I'm generally viewed as a grumpy *** and I'm only 43. My family will tell you I was born grumpy, which is probably true.
 
I believe it is more of a process as explained in the creation story below:

On the first day, God created the dog and said: "Sit all day
by the door of your house & bark at anyone who comes in or walks past.
For this I will give you a life span of twenty years."

The dog said, "That's a long time to be barking. How about
only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?"

And God said that it was good.

On the second day, God created the monkey and said, "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span."


The monkey said, "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform.
How about I give you back ten like the dog did?"

And God again said that it was good.

On the third day, God created the cow and said, "You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have
calves and give milk to support the farmer's family.
For this, I will
give you a life span of sixty years."

The cow said "That's kind of hard to want me to live for sixty years.
How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?"

And God agreed it was good.

On the fourth day, God created humans and said, "Eat, sleep, play,
marry & enjoy your life.
For this, I'll give you twenty years."

But the human said, "Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?"

"Okay," said God, "You asked for it."

So that is why for our first 20 years, we eat, sleep, play and
enjoy ourselves. For the next 40 years, we slave in the sun
to support our family. For the next 10 years, we do monkey
tricks to entertain the grandchildren.
And for the last ten years, we sit on the
front porch and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained to you.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information.
I'm doing it as a public service.
If you are looking for me I will be on the front porch.
 
I was born old. Graduated from the USN at 21 and went to work. First ten years or so did what I was told. Next 20 years the shoe was on the other foot and I told people what to do. Got darn good at it. At times I was the operations supervisor, maintence foreman and all at the same time. Had a 25 man crew and with the exception of the maintence crew we all worked 24/7/365. Fuel oil transfers from barges, tankers and pipeline tend to keep you busy. Seems some of the operating mechanics figured since I was there they didn't have to do anything. How wrong they were. Standing along side a fueloil tank a o dark thirty waiting for the signal to start putting fuel into the tank where I was only finding out the other guy is having a cup of coffee. OK now everyone is on the same page, I got the signal and am cranking the valve for all I'm worth. Valve is not opening as fast as it should because some fool shut off the steam tracing line to keep the valve hot and free to open. And of course the list goes on. We worked in 105 degree weather,5below weather,blizzards, ice storms, you name it. Did this for 30 years as I was burned out. For all the titles I held they just should have named me a super mechanic. Then just before I packed it in I was issued a white hardhat. That meant that if something happened and the police, fire dept, and haz mat outfit, public health I was their go to guy. That white hat lasted until my last day then in the round file. Reported to my new job across the road from where I had worked for close to 30 years. Then the fun really started from most of my ex mechanics. Got a call one afternoon that they had to get odd a feeder. Would I come over and help them. I go over there and both mechanics are eating. Dragged them out showed each how to operate the breakers in the proper sequence. Two weeks later this time they had to do it all. Seems when this program was set up the guys like me had to leave his area of responsibility and go over there and bail them out. So that got old verry quick. Yeah I bypassed PITB to curmudgeon and elevated it to an art form. People think I don't like them. In most cases it is true. I like to be left alone doing what I was doing before I was interupted changing the oil on the darn tractor. And since i'm hard of hearing my wife would start talking in the kitchen and then come in the living room and say"didn't you hear one word of what I just said". Tell you know about my hearing so stand in front of me when you talk. Sort of like Fibber Mcgee and Molly. Sometimes it can get really funny. When she goes visiting her youngest daughter the house is quiet, I cook my meals and all is well until she walks in the door. Dogs start barking and yelling at them to shut up. The fewer people around me the better that is the way I like it. Frank
 
Just this morning when I was getting out of bed my wife said something from the kitchen. I am getting a little hard of hearing and she dont talk loud and much of the time I cant distinguish what she is trying to say. On top of that I have a very deep scratchy voice and when I say something she thinks I am being sassy or grouchy. It almost started a fight this morning. I will be 73 in a week. I do find myself with the same mannerisms my dad had. He wouldnt answer my mother all the time as she always was talking. She complained a lot about it. Seems I have the same situation now.

Imagine that, you became your father AND married your mother.

:D :D :D ;) :p
 
I'm 78 now, and I think having years of experience generated from making mistakes and observing mistakes (mostly political) made by others, I've earned the right to:

1. Not be "politically correct."

2. Speak my mind, but only on subjects I know something about.

3. Ignore talking heads on TV who don't have clue what they are talking about, but who only want to regurgitate their particular party line.

4. Differentiate between pure news reporting (journalists), and biased commentary disguised to appear as pure news reporting.

5. Not owe anything to anybody outside of taxes. And, yes, I recognize that "taxes" means government-authorized thievery in most cases. Taxation in SPITE of "representation" now seems to be the rule.

6. To pithily observe that there is no difference between political parties of any stripe. The politicians who claim one party over another for their affiliation simply vary in the amount of their corruption and how well they conceal it. Underpants and politicians should be changed frequently, and for the same reason.

7. To not accept being labeled as politically biased one way or the other, nor should the moderators here consider this post as "politics." I pretty much disdain all politicians, regardless of party. I am an equal-opportunity finger-pointer.

8. To recognize that some people may mistake my hard-earned attitudes for grumpiness or my just being an old curmudgeon. Not so. I speak the truth, and the pundits may drop where they stand. I just don't give a flyin' fig.

John - OUT.

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Well stated!

IMHO grumpiness is acquired bit by bit as small particles of spoken stupidity float into your ears and kill the brain cells responsible for self censorship. I guess that means the speed at which you develop grumpiness and the degree are dependent on the amount of stupidity you are subjected to.

By my late 40s people were telling me I was grumpy and opinionated (that is an affliction caused by seeing 100 idjuts do something wrong and then pointlessly trying to help the 101st).

Moved out of the city before I lost any brain cells I really needed.;)
 
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If I'm not grumpy now, I hate to see what happens next year when I turn 70. Recently turning 69 hit me hard mentally. First time a birthday has ever really bothered me. Grrr.
 
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