Is not being friends with your grandparents the ultimate cuckoldry?

I cannot think or comprehend of anything more cucked than not calling your grandparents regularly to tell them that you love them. Honestly, think about it rationally. Your grandparents have worked, lived, and unraveled the meaning of life for at least 80 years solely to retire and sit around waiting for their grandchildren to call. All the hard work they put into their lives – grinding their way up from minimum wage jobs after WW2 to leading the company to put their children (your parents) through college, perfecting recipes for delicious homecooked food, experiencing all of life’s struggles and emotions until their souls mature into nothing but love and kindness. All of it has one simple result: passing their wisdom and empathy to the future generations that will eventually carry on their family name and bloodline.

Have a grandmother? Great. She can show you how to cook healthy meals, how to hem the legs of your pants, how to handle the household finances, and how to grow your own vegetable and herb garden. Your grandfather can teach you to repair a car, how to braise a steak, how to polish leather boots and how to craft a birdhouse. Both will gush over you for stopping by and helping them with inane tasks like setting up their printer or showing them how to take screenshots on their iPhones. Both will love you unconditionally and always welcome you into their small retirement condominium in Clearwater, Florida.

As a grandkid who isn’t friends with their grandparents, you are LITERALLY cucking yourself out of an entire lifetime’s worth of love and experience that you could enjoy. It is the ULTIMATE AND FINAL cuck. Think about it logically.