I'll be 36 in a couple months. 30 ... plus fucking 6. Honestly, I didn't expect to make it this long. I did a bunch of dumb shit I look back on, drugs, mischief, philandering. I feel like a clone of Mick Jagger. Getting older means things tire you out more quickly, you seem to get annoyed more easily, and shit starts shifting around. Wasn't puberty supposed to be the end of that shit? It's like your body says "Watch me assume my 2nd final form bitch" and you just watch and feel the effects of it.
I guess I shouldn't bitch. Again, I made it to 36. Well, almost. Got some stuff that popped up health-wise, but it's all being taken care of. Quit smoking, took up learning some new hobbies, and I want to get back into school. Relationships now seem more of a burden than a blessing. I mean I like meeting new people, and getting laid is great, but ... The juice isn't worth the squeeze in most cases. Loyalty and trust are disappearing commodities in this era of views, likes, retweets, comments, and trolls.
I don't really feel old inside though. I still love my games, I jump-scare the shit out of my kids on a weekly basis, we ride the hoverboard and bikes together, and we watch anime and cartoons together. It's not like an obligation in my mind though. It's more like a great excuse to not grow up. Work is always work, though I'm out til the end of July for the previously mentioned health problems. I'm supporting myself and my family through my savings and investments, with a bit of freelance gaming hardware work, and it's not too bad. Just live a little more meagerly, but with all this free time I've gotten a lot of interaction and engagement in with my minions. It's been nice.
Hopefully I can make it another 36. I'm not quite ready to check out of reality. At least this one. Maybe I can tolerate another 30. Depends on how much farther down the proverbial social rabbit hole humanity goes. I wish I could say for certain that when I do finally eat dirt for the last time, I'll leave this world better than I came into it. Not sure that'll be the case anymore. Anyways, thx for the read, keep your chins up, fight for what you love, and peace!!
I guess I shouldn't bitch. Again, I made it to 36. Well, almost. Got some stuff that popped up health-wise, but it's all being taken care of. Quit smoking, took up learning some new hobbies, and I want to get back into school. Relationships now seem more of a burden than a blessing. I mean I like meeting new people, and getting laid is great, but ... The juice isn't worth the squeeze in most cases. Loyalty and trust are disappearing commodities in this era of views, likes, retweets, comments, and trolls.
I don't really feel old inside though. I still love my games, I jump-scare the shit out of my kids on a weekly basis, we ride the hoverboard and bikes together, and we watch anime and cartoons together. It's not like an obligation in my mind though. It's more like a great excuse to not grow up. Work is always work, though I'm out til the end of July for the previously mentioned health problems. I'm supporting myself and my family through my savings and investments, with a bit of freelance gaming hardware work, and it's not too bad. Just live a little more meagerly, but with all this free time I've gotten a lot of interaction and engagement in with my minions. It's been nice.
Hopefully I can make it another 36. I'm not quite ready to check out of reality. At least this one. Maybe I can tolerate another 30. Depends on how much farther down the proverbial social rabbit hole humanity goes. I wish I could say for certain that when I do finally eat dirt for the last time, I'll leave this world better than I came into it. Not sure that'll be the case anymore. Anyways, thx for the read, keep your chins up, fight for what you love, and peace!!
