In my 20's, I would say anything to anyone, always willing to give a piece of my mind because I was young and thought I knew everything.
In my 30's, I figured out that some people didn't really want to hear about how I knew everything, so I sort of quieted down.
Now I'm in my 40's and...
Being 40 means I can be a curmudgeon if I want, and I don't suffer fools.
And my friends know it.
From: Joe
To: John Murphy <tahoe@murphstahoe.com>
Remind me next time we meet to bring the emails I've been getting from XXXXX. I'd email them to you but you'd be unable to restrain yourself from responding. That <expletive deleted> is drinking a lot of Hannity/Rush Kool-Aid. He's off his <expletive deleted> rocker.
He's right. Certainly old fraternity brothers will get the full on "WTFAYTA!" treatment. My sister, probably. Mom, yep - she's got a soft spot in her. Dad, I treat with deference earned through years. Probably the only people I don't get after at all are co-workers and my Father-in-Law, because I'm counting on the first group for my paycheck and keeping the in-laws in line is wifey's job.
Fortunately I live in the Bay Area and we've got the fools outnumbered (at least political fools, anyway). And most random people I meet are on the bike car on Caltrain, land of the converted.
Do you suffer fools, or keep it on Kos?