Listen up, kids. I’m sick of being told what to do. I’m sick of being called a Boomer, like it’s a bad thing. Newsflash: I worked hard to get where I am, and I’ve earned the right to complain. I mean, what’s the point of having a fanny pack if I can’t use it to carry my anger and frustration around with me?
I’m tired of being told that my way of doing things is outdated. That my opinions don’t matter. That I’m just a relic of the past. Well, let me tell you something, kids. I may not be as spry as I used to be, but I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve. And one of those tricks is my ability to give you a piece of my mind.
I’m not going to sugarcoat it, kids. I’m a cranky old man, and I’m proud of it. I’ll keep on complaining, keep on ranting, and keep on being a pain in the ass until the day I die. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. So, bring it on, kids. Bring on your avocado toast and your participation trophies. I’ll be over here, grumbling and complaining, just like I always do.
>Soulkyn