I've had an insight about why young people (teens, twenties) get so horrified when older people (forties, fifties) reveal their anger, weakness and pain. Thinking of the Internet in particular, but it's much the same IRL. Middle-aged people are supposed to be examplars of propriety, a source of stability, nurturance and comfort. When we aren't, anxiety ensues.
Lucky I am, then.
Stability is my middle name.
Volatility is mine, at least till this latest bout of PMS passes!
I swear I'm getting crankier with age, not mellower. Gotta keep reminding myself at work today: I am a Weeble, and Weebles are
jolly!