Saturday, 29 April 2017

My Twilight Years Rant: Reduced to Four Moods

"The older I get, the less I care what people think of me. Therefore the older I get, the more I enjoy life."

I so love that! Sounds a little harsh, maybe (or a lot harsh perhaps), but truth is truth. I've played the games that people play, and quite frankly, I'm no longer interested in playing them.

At the risk of no doubt offending some of my readers, let me simply say: Shit or get off the pot; say what you mean, and mean what you say, and stop with the riddles already! (You know who you are). I can't read your mind, and quite frankly, I'm no longer interested in trying. If all you're going to do is play mind games with me, then just go away, and while you're at at, "unfriend" me from your social networks. Strange word, that "unfriend," isn't it? Begs the question: Were you really one to begin with, the way you carry on? Did I mention that I don't care anymore? Again, I'm sorry if that offends, but sheesh!

[End of Rant]

I'm actually quite happy to be at this stage of life. Isn't it interesting how peer pressure becomes less and less an issue the older you get? I remember someone once asking George Burns about what was the greatest thing about turning 100-years old. Cigar in hand, he apparently answered, "No peer pressure." With each passing year, as I see more and more people of my generation and my age in the obituary columns, I am also reminded that, I too have fewer and fewer peers to try and live up to. And quite frankly, I find that strangely liberating. (Sorry if that also sounds a little morbid).

So here I sit, in the twilight of my life, and I find that I really do care less about what people think of me. I've done my penance; I've paid my dues; and quite frankly, I no longer care. The world is going to go on with or without my approval, and with or without your approval, so go ahead; knock yourself out with your rants, biases, religion and pet peeves. Fact is, I really no longer care. I'm tired, and as someone has so eloquently said, I now only have four moods left:

1) I'm too old for this shit.
2) I'm too tired for this shit.
3) I'm too sober for this shit.
4) I don't have time for this shit.

Well there you have it. Offended? Oh well, shit happens; I'm not perfect, not by a long shot. But harsh as it may sound, hopefully I spoke truthfully. In the end, maybe that is worth something. Peace?

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