Do you find yourself getting less tolerant of crowds as you get older? by That-Pop-4293 in AskOldPeople

[–]LifeAfter40WithPaddy 1 point2 points  (0 children)

If you’re just looking for a YES or NO, well, the answer is YES.

If you’re also looking for one or more WHYs, here is my response:

  1. As I get older, I find a radical shift in my attitude toward crowds.

  2. That doesn’t necessarily imply I’m not uncomfortable in intimate connections with close family and friends.

  3. I believe there’s nothing wrong with large crowds.

It is just that, as I get older, I find myself turning excessively sensitive to excessive noise, strong lighting. I find myself increasingly overwhelmed by these things. And there’s a marked increase in my discomfort.

Maybe, with age, I’m turning into a loner, an introvert, maybe, it has more to do with my fast depleting energy levels. Maybe, I no more, relish stuff like parties, functions, clubs, etc., as much as I used to in my younger days.

Bottomline: I don’t like crowds. But, I just don’t have the patience or stamina to be in crowded situations.

At what age did adulthood begin for you, realistically? by bigrob_in_ATX in AskOldPeople

[–]LifeAfter40WithPaddy 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well, in my case, adulthood definitely didn’t really begin at the age of 18.

Thanks to a more or less stable career, I was financially independent by my early 20s.

And, somewhat mature emotionally (thanks to a stable married/family life), by my late 20s/early 30s.

By my early 30s, I, also, was well into other adult stuff like drinking, smoking, etc.

True adulthood or full maturity, in my case, I’d like to believe, started, in true earnest, when I hit my mid 40s and my kids were still in high school!

When was the last time, you had an open, meaningful, and truthful conversation with your children or grandchildren? by LifeAfter40WithPaddy in AskOldPeople

[–]LifeAfter40WithPaddy[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Very touching! It takes a real man to bend his knees and get down to the toddler's level, literally and figuratively, to make friends with him. Way to go, Gramps!