Am I a Curmudgeon?

I’ve been complaining a lot this month. I’ve complained about the radio and specifically holiday music on the radio. I’ve complained about Andor and The Force Awakens. I’ve complained about Fridays. And I’ve complained about food and grocery shopping. That’s a lot of complaining. It’s downright curmudgeonly. But is that an accurate description of me?

I suppose I could be a curmudgeon. I mean, it’s gotten to the point where I hate-watch Star Wars. I spent more than half this past baseball season mad at the Red Sox. I don’t like Nu-Trek. It’s been years since I discovered a new band that I really like.

But I don’t feel like a curmudgeon. And there are exceptions and caveats to all the things mentioned above. Like the Red Sox are the ones who decided to hire two cheaters and a domestic abuser. And I loved Star Trek: Lower Decks. With the music, I’ve been unemployed (or severely underemployed) for most of the past six years, so I haven’t gone to many shows and that’s my main method of music discovery. I’m sure there’s a lot of good music out there that I haven’t heard. That’s not very curmudgeonly of me.

So, which is it? I’m going to say that I’m not a curmudgeon. I am old, of course, but I’m not particularly grumpy. People are free to trample all over my lawn. They can listen to their music as loud as they please. And I don’t complain that much in real life. Maybe someday I’ll be a curmudgeon, but I’m not there yet.