Old people who are hateful and have no sense of humor

now thats funny :smilielol5::smilielol5:

 

old people are jealous

because they wasted their youth

and now theyre old and all they see around them is youth wasting time like they did

 

I have a feeling that miserable old people were once miserable young people.

 

When I worked at Pizza Hut as a server, I absolutely hell-hated Sundays. The old mean people from church would swarm the place like we were serving the last meal of their lives...and Of COURSE they couldn't tip more than $1, no matter what. Well, occasionally the men would hide a tip underneath a plate, after I would distinctly hear a crabby old self-righteous bitch say "NOW YOU DON'T NEED TO LEAVE MORE THAN A DOLLAR. SHE GETS PAID TO WAIT ON US", or I'd hear a variation on that same theme.

I feel sorry for whoever deals with my mother in stores since she ALWAYS returns stuff for stupid reasons and can't understand what anybody says since she refuses to wear her hearing aides. lol

 

when you're old?

 

Misery and bitterness are not confined to the young.

 

I really like old people. Most of the old people I've met, and I've met a lot because I used to volunteer at an old folks home, were really sweet. Even the grumpy ones warm up to you pretty fast if you're sweet and respectful to them.

One of the only old people that I've met that was a complete grump through and through was my grandfather. He was never a warm person. He used to chase his grandkids with a cane when we were being too loud. From the stories I hear from my mom, he was always like that. He wasn't a miserable old person, he was just a miserable person all together.

 

I agree with you. The older people I know who are miserable have always been that way. It did not start as they aged they seemed to be born nasty or miserable. Maybe they simply settled into that routine in life and way of thinking and had no desire to change it. Negative patterns are difficult to break or change and perhaps they are just more comfortable being there.

 

when i worked in an old people's home, i met a bloke who was in a gang called "the razor boys" they were teddy boys in manchester, some of the first in the city to adopt the style. because people would attack them for wearing the clothes, they sewed razor blades into the lapels of their jackets, knowing that if anyone ever tried to grab them with them they'd cut their fingers. they also carried straight razors, like the glascgow gangs of the 1930's, he had scars from broken bottles all over the back of his head. He was hard as nails.

his daughter talked to him like you'd talk to an infant. it was so unbelievably patronising it made my blood boil, i can only imagine how he must have felt. there were war veterans in there too. i remember once, when they asked what people would want as additions to the centre, a lot of them said a bar to get pissed at in the evenings. the bloke just sort of laughed and passed it off like they were just joking. they're old, they aren't toddlers. why shouldn't they get drunk as fuck if they like?

i imagine the reason a lot of old people feel angry is that they end up having a second childhood, being talked down to and patronised by people of half their age and experience.

 

Well,
I guess life dissappointment, the fact that your days are coming to the end and you didn't achieve shit from what you wanted to achieve.

The fact that everything in their life went not the way they wanted.

Realising how stupid they were when they are younger and living with thought that if only they could live it again they wouldn't make these mistakes.

Realising that most things they were told when they were young were lies.

Half people they knew died, they were cheated on, the loved ones passed away, they went through shitty situations, etc. etc.

Just a guess.

But what could I know, I'm 18...

 

I have met plenty of young fogies. As has been said--it's not what happens to you--it's how you react to what happens to you. Some folks just react badly to old age and constant pain and show it. Health problems can alter ones outlook. There have been some good points made here. I don't know----maybe it's just back to individuals. Personally, I think humor is almost life giving, if practiced often. I try to, for sure. Any you kids wanna' play on my lawn--go for it!

An afterthought. Remember , most old folks did not have access to or the desire to use mind altering substances due to societal taboos. ( not referring to alcohol-), and they(we) are seeing the world turn to shit before our very eyes. Makes me grumpy sometimes--but I get over it.

 

hopefully before then (whenever that is).... I'd like everyone I used to work with to read it and wonder if its them in talking about

 

this is true- makes me crazy,,and Im not even old

 

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this only came up once!!

 

Go ahead play on the lawn. I hope you step in the dogs shit.

 

There's this ridiculous myth that old people should automatically be revered and respected... solely because they are old.

Yes, its ok to show respect for the elderly because of xyz. But likewise, you shouldn't just disrespect young people, kids, middle aged people etc etc.

I was out last week with someone else. And this prick, an old prick (not "elderly" but British retired age kicked off a road rage incident with another driver (also snr aged person, who is a relative of mine).

I won't bother with all the details. But basically the clown didnt know how to drive, and proceeded to become a nuisance with the other driver.
Complete with his foul mouth and moronic tone. He was still a big prick, with a lot of tattoos and shit.

I was outside a shop, as was the prick when he became gobby. Cutting the story short, he received an array of Anglo-Saxon vocabulary from me, and had it made clear to him that if he didn't clear off sharpish, his life would become.. pretty unpleasant.

Now I'd be angry at a 19 yr old not knowing how to drive and being an abusive prick. When I see it with someone in his 50s or whatever, I feel even more disgusted. I mean if someone cant behave by that age, they never will. Which to be frank, is an even bigger justification for xyz.

To be honest, a little voice in my head was saying "knock this prick clean out". And yes, the sight of him unconscious in the gutter would give me a nice warm feeling.

I did somehow resist the temptation to connect up. 1stly because my relative, and proper elderly people/cameras were about/tracing issues etc etc. And also because, I'd given him the fright of his shitty life and humiliated him. So he scurried off like a startled rat. But for the next hr or so all I could think was "If this was 100 yds away, I could have done society a REAL favour with this shiteater".

In England we say "there's no fool like an old fool". I always say "there's no arsehole like an old arsehole".

Sorry, but older isn't necessarily wiser. And sometimes we have nothing whatsoever to learn from an older person.