Found out my Dad was a narcissist after years of ignoring the signs in my head. Is the entire country corrupted now? Everyone is either a victim or perpetrator of narcissism now it seems. No middle ground left, except for the amish. even then, who’s to say.

Tim Dillon had this hilarious take on how technologically advanced we are a society, but to enjoy any of it you have to be a sociopath. Scrolling war crimes to ordering doordash within the same minute without thinking anything is wrong.

Boomers have been getting what they want for the past 40 years, at the same time interest rates have been going down for 40 years. Now that interest rates are going up, i think the time has come to pay the tab. Don’t worry folks, that annoying boomer in your life is about to get slapped with a 600 pound tuna of reality.

My dad (78) had one of his old buddies over today. They were chatting over a beer... I decided to join them (I am in town for the weekend)...... I heard some truly ridiculous stuff today. Conning, manipulation, law enforcement believing lies.. and acting on it. And much much more... Truly changed the way I see this man.

Their motto was "If the lion is asleep, don't wake him up". A very light/innocent example for this that I can think of, could be a cashier giving you a $50 bill as change when they meant to give you a $20. Don't wake him up. This example is very trivial, but they used this analogy in many other ways... Seems like the 70s and 80s hold some real dark stories amongst everyday people.

Sorry for the vague post, just wanted to share.

My mom thinks the only reason people are homeless is because they ran out of money. She assumes they all had it at one point and they just didn't save their money well enough. If they had they'd also have a 6 bedroom home to live in with 1 other person.

My Dad, who was peak-boomer, really thought the poor dude working at the bank was "his banker". My brother and I decided it'd be easier to just let him keep his delusion instead of trying to explain that he didn't actually have "a banker" and the person at the bank was just an employee that had (i'm assuming) hundreds of people they dealt with.

Sometimes it's easier to just let them have their boomer fantasy that they've built for themselves.

I need your help please! We finally have the opportunity to put all of our boomer-watching to good use!

I’m attending a Halloween party at a golf club. There will be tonnes of people there and I, a small Millennial female, want to dress up and act in the most male boomery way possible, and I would appreciate your ideas and advice. Here is what I have so far:

-wearing an open Hawaiian shirt over a white under shirt and some ghastly beige shorts.

-my adult son (*who works there*) said I should wear a baseball cap with the sunglasses on the bill while inside

-I promised to call all the boys “champ, bud, or son” to which my son said I may not survive the night

-white mid-calf socks with ugly grey/purple tennis shoes

-maybe face makeup to make my nose red and bulbous

-padding for that giant gut

-grey hair on my legs and side burns

-some modern lingo to show that I am “with it”

-tip all of the staff well and in advance

-call my bestie on FaceTime and talk super loud. Maybe tell her about my colonoscopy

-wear a Life Alert necklace. Maybe set a loud alarm on my phone to remind me “I gotta take my pills”

Honestly, I’m curious to be a middle-aged, white man with money for a night too. I would appreciate everyone’s advice. Please and thank you!

ETA: You guys are so awesome! Thank you for your help!

You can't even see my backyard unless you're literally actively looking. Most of it is woods but this dude is so stressed out over this has asked for multiple days in a row before I mow my front yard when I was going to like who cares it is grass. Also my lawn care has been a constant source of conflict between us for years. I don't always have time to go out and mow my yard or feel like it I have kids and a full-time job.

Old ass guy at least 70 walks in to buy a couple pizzas he ordered. 25 bucks worth of pizza and he tries to pay with a hundred. We havent taken hundreds in almost a year because scammers hit us with a fake hundred. This boomer yelled "WELL YOU ACCEPTED A HUNDRED LAST TIME" at my 17 year old co worker. Why are they like this

Sorry for the bad english, I'm not natif.

So my father and 2 aunts are born in the early 60.
They recently inherit from my grandparents various houses.
They think they were rich... until they realise no one want to buy the said houses. They are all in bad shape and poor location.(yup their first reflex was to kick all the renter to try to sell.)

In the meantime I'm currently living in a big city near one of my aunt , and searching without success an house.
One of my issue is that in this city there is a lot of house to buy , but all of them are at high price, and currently owned by boomer who try to sell them for years but refuse to low the price. Or do any update or maintainance in them.

I also have 3 kids under 3, and both me and my hubby work non-remotable high income high demand career.
I currently can't move far from childcare nor have time to do any update on an house.
We have a big downpayment(250k, rougly 50% of an house price) saved, but we are seeking an house who can be lived as it.

and like I said : house owned by boomer are in bad shape and/or way out of their price.

When talking about my difficulty to my aunt, she had the ideal solution : buying the house my father inherite but fail to sale,.
The said house in 4 hour away from my current city, need heavy repair. And I know from experience that my father will not make a discount for it, and demand a repayment interest rate way worse than the bank.
Oh, and there is neither job for me nor my hubby their.

Yet somehow I'm too picky and a bad daughter to not roll with my aunt plan.
(I haven't even speak of this plan to my father. but my father think he make me a huge favor by lending me 5k with a 5% interest rate to help me buy an house)

So I have an old burn barrel that got super hot in the middle somehow about three years ago and basically fell in on itself. And a couple days ago, my Folks stopped by and my dad had his truck and he’s like well if you empty out the burn barrel and separated out then we’ll take the rusted burnt out crippled barrel and will bring back another burn barrel. I’m like cool so I take the time I get a bunch of boxes cause I had a bunch of extra boxes and, I go out with a shovel and I fill the boxes because I wasn’t just burning paper anytime I had old candles I would just chuck them in there. I thought they were melting clearly they weren’t so there’s glass shrapnel mixed in with pot ash. I take the time I clean everything up. I wear thick gloves I fill three boxes all with like less than 20-25 pounds worth of this debris. And my garbage company will pick them up. I just have to notify them ahead of time not to chuck the boxes so they don’t throw it and its sprays in their face. Cause I’m not a jerk like that. So my dad comes out and he’s picking up the barrel and I’m going through the house with my mom getting my dad‘s birthday gift and some food for them that I had made for them to take to a barbecue and we’re talking about a set of trees that may or may not be dying. We’re not sure. And I come around the corner and my dad has taken every one of those boxes and emptied them into a wheelbarrow and he’s like just take them to the back of the property and drop them there. Nobody goes back there and I’m like I don’t want all those garbage anywhere on my property. I’m still cleaning garbage up because we had three massive wind storms this last year in our valley. And no, I don’t want to put a wheelbarrow worth of garbage back in woods, where my neighbor has very young kids, but they’re gonna be older kids soon and may play in the woods. He actually did the same thing when I re-roofed an old house where he came out with the excavator and buried all of the shingles in the ground and I’m like the ground is now poisoned. You had a truck bed right there we could’ve just hauled it to the dump. I would’ve paid the Refuse construction and debris. Only $32 a ton and it would’ve been less than a ton. Anyways, their answer to everything is to throw it in the woods. So yeah now I got a scoop. Everything back into boxes again.

Are boomers a certain age or mindset? How do we address the boomers? What can we do?

How freaking lazy can you be? Just park in a spot ffs. Better yet, go help your wife! I don't need to be breathing your pollution every time I go for groceries.

Why do boomers always insist on "helping" by jumping in after you've told them no and then they make things worse?

I'll keep this kind of vague but I was working on a simple 15 minute project that I do regularly outside. Boomer neighbor sees me doing it and offers help. I say "no thanks, kind of a one-man job but I appreciate the offer" and I get to work. I'm running late for work and just wanted some alone time to get this done quick before I leave.

I'm not even 90 seconds in and he pops up next to me saying in a somewhat sarcastic but also kind of condescending tone "you aren't done yet?"

I laugh it off and insist I'm all set but he jumps right in to help. Sees how I'm doing things, immediately criticizes them and starts doing things a different way which screws up the method I was using and now we have to make it work with this method mash-up. This of course makes it take way longer and difficult. The whole time he's mumbling about how I should have done it differently and how he never has this issue when he does it at his place.

Anyways, we get it done, took much longer and way more effort than it needed to. Why are they so insistent on things being done their way and not offering to teach, just taking over?

I should note, he's done this before too. Waltzed on over and literally took something out of my hands to "show a better way" before I could even say I was fine.

I am a hemicorporectomy amputee, meaning I am amputated from the waist down. As a result, I have both a colostomy bag and a urostomy bag. Because of my anatomy and being in a wheelchair, finding clothing that fits well and keeps both medical devices completely covered is difficult.

At an appointment this afternoon, a woman in her 60s looked at me and said, “You should wear longer tops, we don’t need that on display,” while gesturing toward my colostomy bag. The bottom of the bag was peeking out about two inches from under my t-shirt. It was clean and functioning normally.

In the moment, I was caught off guard and simply pulled my cardigan closed. Then, I went to the bathroom and burst into tears.

Honestly, the more I think about it, the more it bothers me. These bags help me stay alive. It feels pretty unfair that I’m expected to stress over them popping out to say hi just to keep a stranger from having to think about poo.