As I approach my 198th year I spend a lot more time wondering why people behave the way they do. I like to think I’m a late blooming quasi-anthropologist whereas, in reality, I’m just becoming more crotchety and intolerant.
I’m fairly chill with the “youth of the today”. I don’t have issue with people younger than me because I can remember what it felt like to want to rebel/be different/take drugs. Plus there is an inherent understanding that their experiences are vastly different to mine and so I cannot expect to get them 100% but I accept them.