There is certainly a grumpy old man in me. And that one insists on raising its head (grumpily) without any agreement from the rest of my personality and taking control of this whole spectrum of being and letting it rip. Shopping centres are often where he does his thing. And do I care? Makes me feel ashamed. Or gives me ultimate freedom. Both I suppose. Wrestling with this.
Constrain my self or tell it like it is? Don’t answer unless you are older and grumpier than me or I will lash out with my walking stick.