Older Sad Man Syndrome

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Older Sad Man Syndrome

I´ve just learned that I am suffering from Older Sad Man Syndrome, a term coined by an American “career and personal coach” – whatever that is – called Marty Nemko. I was ready to dismiss him as another example of Californian flakiness until I read one of his articles and it immediately struck a chord.

Read this: “One man, I’ll call him, Bill, is a director at a large Bay Area nonprofit. He sees people whom he views as inferior getting promotions and other favoritism. He goes to the gym and sees the attractive women looking right through him – Mr. Cellophane. He comes home to watch CNN and sees endless encomia to women and people of color and he, a white male, is disproportionately portrayed as evil or idiotic. He doesn’t feel that he’s either and feels sad that his gender so often portrayed that way.” Poor old Mr. Cellophane!!!

Nemko wins me over by outlining how Bill – and the rest of us – are unfairly treated compared with women who receive far more attention in terms of health and other issues. The Fair Sex indeed!

My main complaint is that his suggestions for combatting Older Sad Man Syndrome include having a “few sessions with a good cognitive-behavioral therapist”. As I have no idea what a cognitive-behavioral therapist is I don´t think I will be taking this option up. Never mind Mr Nemko. It´s the thought that counts. Nice to know there is someone out there who understands me.

Here is the link to article for interested ISACers.
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/how-do-life/201503/older-sad-man-syndrome

Nominated by Mr Polly

44 thoughts on “Older Sad Man Syndrome”

  1. I had CBT a few years ago.

    Useless cunts made me more anxious and stressed than i was before i started.

  4. I love giving young ladies the old ‘well hellooo…diiing dong’ followed by what i fondly see as a cheeky wink.
    Hasn’t worked once in the last 15 years but i’m sure it will one day soon.

    • I’m just amazed that you haven’t been arrested or attacked by an irate Feminist,tbh…..or do you just quickly close your Flasher’s Mac and make good your escape while they’re still gobsmacked by your “diing dong”?

      🙂 .

      • No Dick, if they begin to take it the wrong way i have perfected the quickly turning into my ‘friendly uncle’ act and ask about their yuni or job etc. Trouble is without the ability to infect a rising inflection or a ‘can i get a Guinness’ at the bar, even with older women they think i’m a throw back to pre war years.

  5. I’ve said this before and it bears repeating here – if you’re a white, working class heterosexual bloke in this day and age, you truly are at the very bottom of the pecking order, literally the lowest of the low.

    • Yeah it’s true. Silly stuck up bints at my college or the one my mate went to wouldnt utter a word. It doesn’t help that i look like the love child of Brendan Gleeson and Brian Blessed and have done since i was 25, and i’m a raging chauvinist, but come along now, you uppity mares.

  6. I was arrested recently for repeatedly galloping my horse along the high street, waving a sword about and attacking people.

    I denied all the charges, obviously….

  7. I’m irrelevant and I don’t give two fucks. In fact I prefer it that way, it does have its advantages.
    Get to fuck.

  8. Cognitive therapists can fuck off too.
    Shitting in me garden, oh hang on, that’s cats.
    Grrŕrrr ……..

  10. Old, for sure means that you werent infected by social media as a child or teenager,
    Sad, yes very sad about all the isms that have infected a world we no longer recognise.
    Man, the gender that has to constantly apologise for even existing.

    Life in a nutshell.

  11. I think there may be something in this because the older I get the sadder I get. Who wouldn’t be sad being an old git in a country where everything that used to be good is going down the toilet? Apparently CBT is a talking therapy that can help you manage your problems by changing the way you think. It states that negative thoughts can trap you in a vicious cycle, so all you need to do is let the therapist break down your problems into their separate parts and then you’ll be able to convince yourself that black is white and there’s nothing to worry about. Which is fine except that I’m not suggestible, I can’t even be hypnotized and it would take more than a chat, and probably a large quantity of alcohol, to persuade me that things aren’t that bad after all. So I think I’ll just carry on being a sad old git. I’ve got used to it.

    • Thd problem is the therapists are either a thick middle-aged middle-class hippy woman who wears a lot of beads and does it as a hobby, or thick mental health nurses who speak like theyve just been on diversity training.

      Spending an hour in the pub would do you better.

      • A few of the pubs around here all seem to think they’re restaurants.
        Gastro-pubs. It means they can charge £5 extra for steak and ‘frites’, served on a board and a little metal bucket for the frites.

  12. ‘Rage, rage against the dying of the light’ (Dylan Thomas). And hope that the final collapse of civilisation takes place after yours. Fuck sad.

    • Thats a top reply right there Komodo.
      Its worth giving the rest of it an airing

      Do not go gentle into that good night,
      Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

      Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
      Because their words had forked no lightning they
      Do not go gentle into that good night.

      Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
      Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

      Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
      And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
      Do not go gentle into that good night.

      Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
      Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

      And you, my father, there on the sad height,
      Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
      Do not go gentle into that good night.
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

      • Thanks, Cunto. I was too bone idle to look it up, but as you say, it demands full expression. I think Thomas might have a few heartfelt words to say about the decline of the country now, too. Set, perhaps, in Llareggub?

  13. I had 10 pints of Gender Fluid last night but still woke up middle aged, white, sad and irrelevant this morning.

    Goodbye for now.

  15. As my 70th is just around the corner, I know what it feels like to be “over the hill” and on the downward slope to infinity. My biggest fear ( being an old cunt ) is that there might just be some cunt called God, who has one fucking twisted sense of humour, and decides to send me back as a Dark Key in some shithole in Africa. If you are real God. Then what I called you a few posts ago was just a joke and I didn’t really mean it. Unless of course you ARE going to send me back as a Dark Key, min which case you are a right fucking cunt! By the way, that fucking dementia you gave me is shit, and Im returning that forthwith…..please !

  16. Fuck my old boots! This cunt Bill IS me ! At last i’m a category!
    As for this cognitive behavioural bullshit…….sounds like marriage to me!

    • Great publicity stunt Liam!
      Unfortunately i’ve always hated the Irish cunt anyway so I won’t be going to watch his crappy , formulaic , piece of shit film.
      “I have a set of skills”……just fuck off wanker.

      • But you’d watch a fillum if it was Liam Neeson going round north london beating the tar out of some tar babies with his cudgel?
        I know I would.

    • I’m sure the geniuses of Twitcunt have ended his career for being literally worse than Hitler.
      #LiterallyShakingRightNow #OMGIJustCan’tEven

      • Neeson recently had a pop at the #metoo brigade, so probably on shaky ground already.
        Doesn’t look good for “Taken 27″…

    • Probably meant well but that is pretty much the end of his career. In a way I admire the cunt, there are not many in tinseltown that would be brave or stupid enough to ‘promote’ their new film by musing about ‘black bastards’…….

  18. My missus came in from work yesterday and said our marriage was over. She said revolving our lives around my obsession with football had become too much.

    If I’m honest, I’m a bit gutted. We’ve been together nearly twelve seasons….

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