Patronising old gits
I was reading some stuff or other on the Interwebs today.
I came across a bloke who described himself as 76 years young. At least I assume it was someone of the male persuasion but you never can tell in these strange times.
It has always grated on my nerves when someone is described as so many years young. It sounds so fucking patronising. To me, it actually emphasises how old someone is. It implies they have reached their dotage and they should be patted gently on the head and asked if they’d like another cup of tea and an extra blanket over their legs and isn’t it incredible that they have reached such an age.
Describing someone as “years young” and not “years old” does not make them any younger. If someone is 76 then they have been around for 76 years. It’s as simple as that. Nothing can change that period of time and the use of “young” makes no difference whatsoever except maybe to stress that they are, in fact, old.
If someone asks me how old I am, I reply I am 73. To ask how young I am just doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. I grant that mentally I’m not 73 despite what my aching joints tell me. I don’t know what age I am mentally as it varies according to my situation. Sometimes I feel as if I’m in my thirties, sometimes in my forties and sometimes even in my twenties. Indeed some people probably think I’m positively infantile at times. I don’t give a shit. So to say I am old but act as if I am younger is probably correct but it still doesn’t redefine my age.
My friend on the Interwebs is actually being patronising towards himself which is quite a remarkable achievement. Maybe he does think he’s younger [I think we all do?] but to actually use the expression is delusional.
Unless he’s just a professional patroniser?
I tend to be a crabby old fart at times (I’m 71), and I very much appreciate your version of the serenity prayer in the top banner. Keep it up grandad, you are an inspiration.
Just so long as you don’t call me an influencer!
Heh, I’ve been grumpy all my life. Grumpy since I was born so I’m an old hand at grumpyosity.
Oh, wait. You didn’t post about being grumpy. My mistake. Guess I’m becoming delusional on top of everything else?
All that aside just remember:
Inside every old guy is a young guy wondering what the hell happened.
There are certainly times when I wonder where all the years went leaving me in this state. I doubt I would do it all again though. Too much bother…
Sometimes when I see a handsome middle aged lady I feel younger.
Sometimes I spot an old, ancient, man, and then realise with sadness that I have been looking in an unexpected mirror.
When I read your headline I was wondering if the word patronising would be a verb or an adjective. Subtle difference.
Believe it, or believe it not, I mulled over a few titles and chose that one simply because it is ambiguous. It appealed to my quirky side.
Doesn’t this represent another example of physical self-identification? It’s like some bloke insisting he is female, except in this case it’s some ancient person insisting they are actually young. In either case the brain and emotions may sometimes feel that way (mine do regarding my advancing age) but in terms of physical reality it’s nonsense.