Am I A Wretched Cunt?

So I just had a conversation tonight with an old acquaintance from the city I used to live in.  I've known this guy for about five years now.  I've never really gotten to know him real well; he's always just been this "friend" I've had random conversations with from time to time over the years.  He's nice enough, don't get me wrong.  We just never hung out that much.

Part of this may be due to the fact I'm ten years older than he is.  Even though I have, in the past, had a habit of dating younger guys and befriending younger people I find the older I get the more annoying young people become.  My boyfriend is five and a half years younger than me, and I do have several younger friends, but I no longer go out and party with younger people and many of the "younger" people I know have simply fallen into the acquaintance category.  I think this is mostly owing to the fact that I've crossed the threshold (thirty) and even though thirty is no longer considered old, I feel I have no patience for the angst and drama of a twenty-two year old.  After all, a thirty-two year old man has his own set of complex problems, far more evolved and different than a man ten years younger.

So my aforementioned friend was bitching and moaning about all his problems; no one loves him, he has no money, he has no job, he has no life, he wants to die, blah blah blah.  Now, I'm not saying someone wanting to die is a blah blah blah state of affairs.  After all, I'm not a completely heinous cunt.  However, I feel like I have no patience for the "oh my poor life" attitude coming from someone who is twenty-two.

Does that make me a wretched bitch?

After all, I did offer him some compassionate advice.  Simply put, I told him he is never going to be happy in a relationship until he can learn to make himself happy.  I realize this is a harsh concept for many to grasp; I don't personally understand why.  I mean, I've been single for very long periods of time in my adult life and I've never been seriously depressed about it.  In fact, up until I started dating my current boyfriend I had been single for about two years and was completely happy and content being single.  Sure, I was super excited about having a boyfriend, but it wasn't something I expected to find.  I was not out looking for one.

In my humble fucking opinion, that's why my relationship is working.