Here’s an article about grumpy old men—when they become grumpy, why they’re grumpy, what others around them can do about the grumpiness and so on and so on.
The article states that men “officially” start to become grumpy at 70 years old. I don’t know if I buy that. I’ve been accused of being grumpy almost my entire life. My twin brother once drew a picture of me—I think I was 14 at the time—of me looking grumpy. He thought it was funny. Me? No so much.
I had a conversation with writer Richard Ford once and somehow the subject turned to grumpiness. Mr. Ford told me he didn’t consider himself grumpy but others around him thought he was. I’ve heard the same thing in my life too. Maybe that’s why the conversations between him and I have always been pleasant. We’re grumpy but we just don’t know it.
I had a friend describe me once to somebody saying, “Larry’s quite a character.” I kind of like that. I’ve lived long enough to become a “character.” I like the sound of that better—better than being grumpy.
Regardless, being a character and/or being grumpy is OK with me. Becoming this way, and/or getting older does have its advantages. I really don’t give a damn what anyone thinks of me. I say and do whatever I please. Sometimes I’ll even walk down the sidewalk talking to myself. I consider myself wonderful company.
OK. Enough of this.
Let me know what you think about the article I’m linking too. I only read about half of it. It was making me feel irritable—you know, a little grumpy.
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