You're a curmudgeon, and that's fine. I mean, as long as you're not sitting in a rocking chair on your porch with a tartan blanket draped over your knees, yelling "You kids, get off my lawn!", it's no big deal. I often catch myself shaking my head and muttering, "Damn kids!", and then I'm appalled because I sound like my grandfather. Other people seem to find it amusing though, so I'm cool with it.