Ce n'est plus le bel age...

But you'd think, having attained my seventy-fifth and a third year, I'd have learned to be a tad more gracious, perhaps a wee bit less shrewish and quarrelsome; but--OCEAN or CANOE so be it (with or without Humble Honesty), those damned ineluctable Personality Traits make me Open and Extraverted as all get out, and Agreeable to absolutely no one: a punch in the nose just waiting to happen.  Rather like my sexuality, now't I think on't:  I can't help being what I am--And a fairly large portion of my fellows just can't help wanting to punish me for it.