I am, at this writing, 76 years old and as cranky as a three year old who has missed his nap. That’s the good news on a good day.
If you are lucky enough to live this long, you too will be cranky. It comes with the territory. While I am really really grateful and delighted every day to be alive and reasonable sane, the crankiness comes from realizing that all the stupid assholes you put up with all these years are also still alive and also still messing with you.
If you, dear reader, are young and clueless, don’t let me spoil the journey for you. I’m sure you realize that the alternative is not an alternative. Just hone your skills at making life equally miserable for the assholes and you will sleep well every night – until you have to get up a couple a times to piss.
That alone will make you cranky.