Namely, ...Old Fart Syndrome.
The hotel hot tub is still overrun with young nubile bikini clad 19-20 yr olds in town for the collegiate tennis tourney.
Altho I can appreciate their aesthetic qualities, and my few dips in the water to restake my claim on my nightly regime has varied from kindness to tolerance to forced congenialty, it doesnt take but a few minutes to relaize they are pretty oblivious to anything I may have to talk about, and I in turn dont find the humor in the things that sends them all into a cascade of giggles, akin to yelling in a turkey house and listening to the wave of follower gobbles.
I never realize how awkward this is until Im presented with a mass such as this.
It wasnt always like that tho, when I was coming up, us kids were always looking to hang out with the older crowd, they had cool stories and insight, and broke the monotony of our limit of experience. And most times we were relieved of their tolerance of letting us hang out.
Seems both sides have flipped in posture over the years, whereas I find myself only being able to take short doses of thier comraderie, and they mine.