Grumpy Young Man

I try not to get too frustrated. It’s difficult, but I try.

Maybe it is the constant look of upheaval on his face. It could be the near silent growls he seems to emit every 15 minutes. The way he looks down on people who have personalities, as if to say they ‘don’t belong in a place of business’.

Best description? Snob. Yes, snob. Part of a chain of species that form the lowest form of life known to mankind. Like a virus. Harsh maybe, but let me explain…

Imagine, if you will, a group of people. Nice mix. You have your introverts – say about 6 – and to balance it off, we will have 3 extroverts. The 3 extroverts are yapping away while the introverts nodding agreeingly. Slowly, they start to form into a group, no divisions, and any topic of conversation welcome.

There is a gentle knock at the door and it starts to creak open ever so gently…

Standing in the doorway, scowl supreme surveying the crowd, was the image of a man scorned by all. One of the extroverts swore they could see a little black rain cloud hanging above his head (one of the introverts’s nodding in agreement). He plunders in and passes the conversation as it makes a quick escape.

All of a sudden – silence. He has viciously and callously killed the conversation.