[QUOTE=Mangetout]
I don’t know if it’s a case of becoming more who we are, but yes, I’ve grown more outwardly odd as I’ve grown older - mostly, I think, becuase inhibitions just get worn down over time - I just care a bit less what other people might think than I used to.
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Call me another one who says - yes, happily, I’m becoming more “weird”. And I put that in quotes, because it’s not that it’s weird, I feel like it’s more honest. Like Mangetout, I’m letting myself be more honest about who I am, because I let other people’s opinions of me matter less.
[QUOTE=Duckster]
And this is the best part! But I’ve had to do it with one hand tied behind my back, metaphorically-speaking. Gen-Xers and Ys are dumber than we were at that age.
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I’m a Gen-X and I’m 41 years old. So you might be thinking all Gen-X’ers are “young” and “dumb”, but I assure you, at least the older end of Gen-X is not quite so young, or hopefully so dumb.
But to answer the OP, no I don’t get wierder as I grow older, I’m just more open about how weird I really am, 'cause I don’t care what people think anymore.
[QUOTE=Shagnasty]
Some older women can become unusually aggressive and consistently hostile in public places. I am sure that all of us have endured it whether we work at a customer service counter or have the misfortune to sit close to one at a restaurant. I can’t say if they were always that way because I didn’t know them but I don’t see many younger females pulling the psycho routine on innocent people.
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However, I’ve seen lots of older men acting unusually agressive and consistently hostile in public places.
[QUOTE=TroubleAgain]
But to answer the OP, no I don’t get wierder as I grow older, I’m just more open about how weird I really am, 'cause I don’t care what people think anymore.
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BINGO!
I will dance in the supermarket to some cha cha music whilst grabbing my groceries and I don’t care what people think and the BF is just as weird because he will either dance too or at least cheer me on.
Twenty years ago I wanted to dance but didn’t because I cared that I would look “weird”
My daughter saunters away embarassed and pretends she does not know me.
I feel less inhibited for reasons that have already been suggested. And when I catch myself doing or thinking something that I wouldn’t have felt comfortable with when I was younger I smile at it, happy to think that being weirder is a blessing, leading me to something new. About time, too. It’s nice to be able to surprise yourself.
