Becoming a grumpy old git

There was a pub I used to sometimes frequent which had a table and chairs set in one corner of the bar, on the wall beside the table there was a sign, ‘Grumpy Old Gits’ Corner.’ There were particular regulars who sat there each Saturday. It would have been interesting to hear the conversation of a group comfortable with their status.

Trying to be other than grumpy has become difficult, increasingly difficult. It is hard not to be a candidate for the pub corner when encountering particular people.

I write this post whilst sitting in a window seat on a Ryanair flight from Dublin to Bristol.

Ryanair in itself is enough cause for grumpiness. They seem sometimes to strive to cause their customers the maximum inconvenience. But if you want to fly for €17.71 (plus €29.99 for a bag), then the bus station-like experience has to be endured.

It is the unanticipated moments that cause the most grumpiness. Moments like the encounter with the teenage girl who scowled when I asked if I might be able to get to my seat. Sitting in the middle row, she seemed to have assumed a proprietorial air towards the seats.

Having allowed me to my seat, she then took out her phone and started taking selfies. At least a dozen must have been taken before she lowered the table in front of her and placed her phone on it to record a video of herself brushing her hair back.

Once the selfies were complete, she then started watching videos. The videos were of herself standing in a hallway of a house and talking to the camera.

What is going on?

I am not out of touch with young people. I teach hundreds of them every week. I have conversations at every opportunity. I cannot for the life of me comprehend the culture of narcissism that seems to have taken over.

I remember when to be a teenager was to be rebellious, was to be radical, was to be a dissident voice. Did the culture of obsession with self come with the smartphone and the potential for self-regard that it created?

I don’t know where the culture is going to take them, what I do know is that it is not a culture rooted in reality. The fantasy world of the influencers and TikTok celebrities is far removed from the nasty reality of the world they will have to face.

Sometimes, I fear I have drifted into a social Darwinism that would suggest the selfie takers have not adjusted to the environment in which they live and that they will therefore not survive as a group.

Other times, I just think I have become a grumpy old git.


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10 Responses to Becoming a grumpy old git

  1. Grandad says:

    Being a Grumpy Old Git is a natural progression in life, It is perfectly normal and in fact is a necessary prerequisite to cope with the insanity of the modern world. Be proud of it. I speak with some authority on the matter as a practitioner for many years. Just enjoy it and grump away.

  2. james higham says:

    Grumpy old git? Never let it be said.

  3. Ed P says:

    I’m quite happy to be described as a grumpy old git, now I’m 71. The only younger people I speak to these days are family (who expect grumpiness from me) and shop staff (whom I find are usually polite and helpful, but that’s possibly because I live in an area of Kent where there are few scum).
    The narcissism is worrying for the cultural future of our once fine country. Also, their ignorance of anything not on Social Media, as Millenniums have no knowledge of historical facts, science, etc, etc., if they’re not on their silly-phones – not so smart, are they?

  4. woodsy42 says:

    Maybe you (and I) have become grumpy old gits because the selfie taking youngsters are actually rebelling – they are trying to change our world to fit their narcissicistic and entitled world view?

  5. Andy says:

    If anyone described me as a grumpy old git I would shake his/her/whatever hand and thank them, I would then wear the badge with pride. Being only 67 and a little bit I still aspire to elevation to GOG status. Imagine the freedom it gives, I can scowl, grimace, grind my tooth, say what ought not be said. Ah, what ageing takes is nothing to what it gives. Now, is this corner table within croaking distance of the bar?

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