I read something on Facebook the other day that alluded to the fact that women that are called bitchs, are in fact just smart. On careful reflection I think we can expand this to say that grumpy old men are simply experienced.
I have spent most of today in development meetings for a new product. To one side of me were the fresh faced enthusiastic people who believe that they have the opportunity to change the world. Luckily the other side of the table held equally battle scarred veterans as myself. At nearly thirteen years in the role I no longer believe that we can make step changes. I’ve had my share of success but the heady days are gone, cynicism has pushed them out. Frankly I am becoming tired of talking a good job. It is not that I wish to discourage the keenness of youth, far from it. It is just that now it seems a waste to translate such enthusiasm into so little change and more grumpy old men.
Does this make me a grumpy old man? No it’s just the weight of experience.
I see this creeping into other areas of life as well which must just be a demonstration of my experience. I no longer take any pleasure in getting drunk. I like drinking but experience has taught me that drunk is not a good state to be in or recover from.
I always pay my credit cards off in full because experience tells me that the alternative is costly. I rarely eat take away food because it always makes me feel terrible the next day.
And of course, I can’t leave experience without looking at my relationship status. I am so single as to be binary. Again experience has taught me that I am not suited to anything else. When I was younger I had a drive to change that but with experience comes wisdom.
So am I a grumpy old man? I don’t think so, I am an experienced man though. Now if my experiences make me seem grumpy then it is the experiences themselves that are to blame. In short it’s not me it’s the others.