Yes, it is called middle aged. I am still not yet going to use the "Don't make me take off my belt"
But, I'll tell you what, on both sides of my age there are plenty of social and emotional handicaps.
My observation is that senior people who are arrogant and rude are arrogant and rude and just happen to be old. This is usually displayed more pronounced as they age because they have had more practice.
My observation is that young people who are arrogant and rude are arrogant and rude and just happen to be young. This is usually displayed by people at that age because they are young and it will be more pronounced when they are old because they will have had more practice.
Are you following?
If young people have the good fortune of an intervention they may be rescued from that terrible fate. If old people have the good fortune of an intervention the intervener may need be rescued from a terrible fate - "Don't make me take off my belt!"
For me, unfortunately I have an intimidation factor. This works wonders when desirable and can be a detriment when undesired.
I had a situation where I was using a decline bench at a smith rack and I went to take a leak between sets. I left my stuff (keys, journal, bottle, etc) and a guy came over and took the bench. Two guys who had not yet been acquaintances of mine told him I was using it and went to the bathroom.
He proceeded to tell them "he did not give a fuk who was using what" and he took it do sit ups. It just happened to be about 10 to 15 feet away.
Upon returning the guys told me what happened. I walked around for a few minutes and pondered. This guy was probably a few to several years younger than me. I said nothing. But I did glance over at him as I sat on a bench near the initial location.
Upon his realization he came running over and told me how he did not know I was using it and would give it back right now if I needed it. I said something along he lines "hey man that's fine, we can share it". So I placed it back in place. Used it. Wheeled it right back in place for him to use. When he was done, I ran over wheeled it back from him so he would not even have to. I repeated putting it back in place for me. This repeated for several times for a several sets.
I don't know whether he was more intimidated by my physique (I'm not that big but I do well), body language or my shear humility and patience.
Those two initial guys came up to me later and one said "man, you are a really nice guy. A lot of people I know who are much 'less than your size', including my brother, would have acted a whole lot differently"
I said, "oh, I know. I just can't do that. I mean, obviously I could and can, but I just can't, that's not the person I want to be."
My two new friends are Steve and Ryan. I have never ever seen that other guys face again.
"Calogero:Is it better to be loved or feared?
Sonny: Good question. It's nice to be both, but its very difficult. If I had a choice I'd rather be feared. Fear last longer then love. Friendships bought with money mean nothing. You see how I make a joke everyone laughs, I know I'm funny, but I'm not that funny. See it's fear that keeps them loyal to me. The trick is not to be hated. I treat my men good, but not too good, 'cause then if I give them too much then they don't need me, I give them just enough where they need me but they don't hate me. 'C'...don't forget what I'm telling you...." ~ A Bronx Tale
If you saw the movie you remember how many guys were at Sonny's funeral.
I would prefer respect