What sort of crazy old person will you end up as?

[Doclector]

First of all, sorry for flooding the place with threads recently. I keep getting ideas, what can I say?

Anyway, when the inevitable onset of old age reaches us, what sort of crazy old person are you going to end up as? What will you end up shouting at kids on your lawn? What weird habits might you develop?

I think I may become the "crazy old book guy" because of the hellish invention of the e-book (grrr) I may begin hoarding proper books as an attempt to save them from kindle-based extinction, and start shouting at people using e-book readers that "those new fangled pieced of crap just don't smell the same".

 

[nekoali]

I'm surprised that I'm already not the 'crazy cat lady'. Well I guess having a boyfriend and no room for cats is holding that off for now...

 

[Monkfish Acc.]

The dead kind.

 

[Esotera]

The crazy scientist who creates a genetic abomination in his basement. Or alternatively I'll build a working Delorean.

 

[Shockolate]

Assuming I make it that far, probably one who stays in his house all day and doesn't know what year it is.

Wait...that's just like I am now...

Eh, why fix what ain't broke.

 

[D0WNT0WN]

The Crazy Eccentric Kind.

I think it kinda runs in the family.

 

[Odbarc]

The guy with the unkept property kids things ghosts live in and are scared to come near it.

 

[Megawat22]

I plan on being a Grampa Simpson old coot.
"You kids don't know what a real war is! I personally played a game of Hoopenmiener, or as you youngsters insist on calling it 'Water Polo', with Hitler. He stood over 8 foot tall and actually had a handlebar moustache, they just didn't have enough black ink in the cameras for the rest of his moustache which is why all the photos have that silly little thing.
Things were going excellent until Stalin, Fidel Castro and Tony Blair showed up! There was now an uneven number of players so we had to stop playing Hoopenmiener and watch the original 1961 version of 'Shaun of the Dead', which originally starred John Wayne as Shaun. About 30 minutes into the film Fidel Castro gets a call on his iPhone from JFK saying that he's left his Cuban Missile O's (Fidel's favourite sugar frosted, O shaped cereal) on the counter again and JFK was mad. Now lots of people say the Cuban missile crisis was some daft story involving missiles and Cuba and a crisis of some sort but it was actually JFK just having a go at Fidel for leaving his cereal out."
The best part is I have really curly hair so I can pull off the crazy old guy look rather well.

 

[CouchCommando]

the weirdo western dude with the crazy japanese garden fetish, sitting in my little court yard with mah pond complete with koi carp. living right next to the highway over pass, pretending im reaching supreme inner peace.

 

[Dyme]

In my teens I was pretty sure I would end my life with 30, but I kinda enjoy living right now, so I am thinking of pushing it to 40 or 50.

But I am incredibly afraid of getting old.

 

[EternalFacepalm]

In my days, we kids only had 150 Pokémon, so how come these brats get over 9000?!

 

[Smurf McSmurfington]

Most likely still taking photographs of random people on the streets, probably living relatively far from where I live now(though still in Europe, provided Europe still exists then), I'll probably be the local weirdo noone knows personally, and most people rarely notice.
Hopefully I won't live past 80-90, 'cause at that point I probably wont be able to really take care of myself, and I'd have to move into a retirement home or whatever they're called... probably. Then again, who knows, looking at my grandparents, they're still in great health, so I doubt my genes will screw me over that soon and easily.
I doubt I'll be yelling at kids or anything of the sort, though, seeing as I don't do that right now, and I already more or less hate children.

 

[Hagi]

I had this awesome math professor who explained every function and theorem with examples involving his dozen cats.

He'd print the course material for you at the cost of either five euros or a can of cat food.

I must say, there's a weird appeal about becoming a mathematically obsessed crazy cat man.

 

[Cid Silverwing]

Probably the drunk kind. Just guessing because I'm from a part of Scotland that's even worse than the rest of the country for alcoholism.

Ow. Just ow.

I'm probably going to end up as a cantankerous fuck ranting about how games used to be simpler and weren't being stolen from you after you paid for them with illegal DRM.

 

[satanslawer123]

id be the one that pretends to die and pay off the undertakers and hospitals to go along with so when im in my coffin and just as there about to take me out to be buried il start banging on the sides of my coffin going 'I'M ALIVE YOU IDIOTS!!'

 

[Scarim Coral]

I would probably end up being the isolated crazy old man who lived by myself, sort of like Carl Fredricksen from Pixar UP.

 

[Auninteligentname]

If I even reach that age, I will probably be the old gamer who thinks on how gaming were before. I'll probably hoard old consoles (which is not too old or new today).

''When I was young, we didn't have Xbox 360 triangle startselect RL1-2 joystick, we had the Xbox, which I never even owned!''

 

[freakydan]

I'll be the old guy who paces around his house, yelling out the window at kids to get off his lawn, even though they're on the sidewalk across the street, known for trying to take pot shots at said kids with a push broom I painted black during one of my rare periods of lucidity. When the men in white coats come to get me, I'll make a scene, throwing potatoes at them and screaming "Fire in the hole!"

Ah, to be old...