Yeah, the other day, he told me, "By the time I was 30 (I'm 36), I was married, owned a house, and had 2 kids, just to give you an example." I wanted to retort, "Yeah, and you later wound up divorced and estranged from those children," but I thought better than to reach for his throat.
This is why I hate seeing my great grandfather. Every conversation with him starts with
"By the time I was your age I had prevented the cold war from going hot, been married for 6 years, had 3 kids, paid off my house, had a well respected job in engineering, and paid cash for two Cadillacs. What's your excuse for renting an apartment in the ghetto and buying used Japanese cars that fall apart every 3 years".