Old Codger

As I wander around, I often think that I must be a rarity; I've managed to reach the age of 77 without having worn a not-for-camping rucksack, carried a plastic coffee cup around with me, be dependent on a portable water supply, and without relying on a hand-held GPS device to find my way to the shops and home again. I have also never had the desire to talk to invisible people on an invisible phone whilst going for a walk with the dog. And I've certainly never been tempted to permanently hide beneath a hoodie.

But for those who have not experienced my deprived old codger way of life, I wonder how they would cope if forced to live like me for a couple of days. Could they survive? Would their men'al-elf be affected? Would they simply become lost souls?

What is it that folk carry in their bulky rucksacks? Why can they not simply have a coffee at home before leaving. Why suddenly does everyone feel the need to carry bottled water around with them? And (for goodness sake) why on earth do people feel the need to talk into the air, at high volume, whilst taking their rucksack to wherever their going (following their GPS)?

Of course, I will never know. I don't suppose they know either. They do these things because everyone else does it, and they don't want to feel different; just as they do by wearing headphones around their necks, and covering themselves with tattoos.

I suppose it all comes down to demonstrating their 'individuality'.