About
The power of accurate observation is called cynicism by those who don’t have it. — George Bernard Shaw
I’m a 70 year old grouch. Curmudgeon is simply a euphemism for a grouch. My thesaurus says a curmudgeon is a crosspatch, grouser, sorehead, bellyacher or churl. Choose any one you like, they’re probably all appropriate. People refer endearingly to old grouches like me as curmudgeons, probably because they’re too polite too call a spade a spade. I suffer fools poorly and rudeness less. I’ve been watching the world for all these years and my opinion of the human race has declined steadily. In my youth I believed in the innate goodness of people and thought democratic rule would steer a good course. I no longer believe either of these things. My favorite twentieth century chroniclist, the exceptionally perceptive H. L. Mencken.
This is where I bitch, comment on the state of society, and talk about human behaviors I don’t understand or that confuse me.
Acquaintances call me a cynic. Friends call me a realist.
My favorite twentieth century novel, Catch 22.
What really gets me are those individuals who chat on the cellphone while the cashier is ringing up their total and then once thats done, decided that they need to make a quick run to the ATM for cash leaving everyone in line waiting for their return…just happened to me yesterday.