The class is normally a mix of 30-to-40-something women and some senior citizens (many of whom can put me to shame with their flexibility). Yesterday there was an addition: about six or seven students (high school or early college), at least half of them guys.
Now, I don't have anything against men in the Pilates class. Some of the seniors are men, and occasionally we get a guy around my age. But these guys were disruptive. The girls with them were a little better, but since the guys were trying to get a reaction from the girls, there was a lot of giggling. Giggling, and loud groans, and complaining about how HARD the exercises were (c'mon, dude, man up!) and dropping weights, and whispered asides that made the others COMPLETELY lose it, and so on. The teacher was practically shouting to be heard over the Enya CD. And I was all, This is NOT COOL. LET ME LOSE MYSELF IN ENYA AND THE PAIN IN MY CORE MUSCLES. I go there to focus on exercising, not to listen to all this dang noise.
While I was grumbling in my head, I suddenly thought, as I often do these days, How did I get so old?
Because I was about one step away from shaking my cane at them and threatening to call their parents.
They still have the arrogance of youth, which makes them think they are the most interesting people in the room, so it doesn't matter if they disturb others. I suppose it may not entirely be an age thing, since there are middle-aged people who talk loudly in movies or on cell phones where all are forced to hear about their colonoscopy or whatever, but I definitely think it is a maturity thing. There are times when you should not share with the whole class, and they haven't figured that out yet. You don't have to be the center of attention at all times, whether you are by yourself or in the coolest group of friends ever.
Consideration of others: try it sometime, kids. Especially if you plan to come back to my class next week. If you don't, you may get beaten to death with a cane. Or smothered with a yoga mat. Don't say I didn't warn you.