It is now when I reflect upon the preceding events of today, and the weekend that I have come to the grandiose realisation that all old people, are dicks. To them, when it comes to the culture and customs of the younger generation, we are devoid of all manners, all integrity, self-respect and appreciation. Well, if what they say is true then I believe that the younger generations should live up to the perceptions of the elderly - that we are: menacing, dysfunctional, apathetic, rude and disrespectful.
Harsh you say? Not really... In my opinion (beware, I'm about to make a generalisation) young people (like me) are sick and tired of their awful social graces. It's the simple stuff that pisses me off... For example, last weekend my girlfriend Laura (25 years old) and myself (19 years old) were unloading the luggage out of my car after a long road trip to Jenolan caves. An old fella was walking out of the hotel just as Laura was approaching the extremely heavy wooden doors with arms so full of gear that she could barely lift them. The old man makes eye contact with her, she smiles at him politely, eagerly awaiting his gesture of gentry. At this point, he proceeds to release the door and ignore her completely; the end result being the door slamming in Laura's face and forcing her to put all of her luggage down and open it herself (unnecessarily). We proceed into the lobby, inevitably full of old people having a weekend away. We're waiting in line to be served behind a gentleman who insisted on taking 20 minutes to fill out a form that was literally only three lines long. ARGH!!!!!!!!!
Which leads us to today. As usual on a Monday, I set about my trek home starting at Central station. I had been seated in the same bench-seat for about 20 minutes. Slowly, the seats beside me began to fill up as more people congregated around the platform. One seat left, and it appeared to create some sort of bitter dog-fight between a rotund woman, and a 60 year old, whom despite her small stature and frail visade, turned out to be quite fit and healthy. I sat there... watching them stride over from opposite sides. The large woman had clearly eyeballed the seat first, as she was further away... She was moving at a casual pace, but she didn't see the need to sprint to a vacated seat. Enter the old woman...
Eyeing off the seat at the last minute, and I kid you not, there was a millisecond in this photo finish... She darted over, sly and agile like a fox and flopped on to the seat just as the woman was positioning herself to sit down. It was fucking rude.
Before I could get up to offer the large woman my seat, she had already uttered a snide comment to the old woman and waddled off into the hustle and bustle of the peak hour crowd. I felt like saying something to the old witch, who proceeded to put her bag on my side of the fucking arm-wrest (despite my arm being there), digging through her plastics for fairy cakes. Yeah, you know the irony, this hag supposedly made up of sugar and spice and all things nice wasn't so sweet. She was bitter, and satisfied that she had gotten her way over a 30 year old fat woman.
Fuck you, old people. If you want to be bitter about your old age, so be it. Just don't whinge and complain when karma bites you deservedly in the arse for all of your geriatrics. There are many elderly men and women who I respect and admire, however it is the minority that influences my generalisation - and it's sad. Not all young ones are monsters, you know. From this day forward I will be presumptuous in all of my encounters with elderly people in public.
Perhaps I have just encountered 'rude people' that aged.... Too bad. The die has cast and old people suck until proven otherwise.
Peace.
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