The Joys of Aging: No. 2
When we were teens and young adults, it was difficult to achieve that "Nirvana" of apathy without the aid of alcohol and cannabis (and often, other "artificials"). However, as you age, you find that the apathy becomes a more and more natural occurrence... you truly do run out of "fucks" to give.
Ain't is wonderful?!
mögen das
wahlhesse hat dies geteilt.
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•Yes. The silly shit we all thought was so important at 22 years old is NOT the same 40 years on.
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•Correction: how much of social rules IS pure nonsense.
The English teacher in me. lol
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•Yes, I'll post this one sometime later... Joy No. 5. ;)
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•Firds of a bleather...
Simon Ashcroft
•With jack boots?
Ewe shud speke gud english like wot I does.
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•Yeah... I know that feeling, but am RESISTING for as long as possible. ;)
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•Eventually, maybe. I saw that in my 95 year old uncle before he died a couple years back. He was just tired... tired of it all.
The trick, which is not an easy one, is to stay involved. Stay interested. Stay active (mentally or physically).
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•Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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•Ah... yes! Dylan Thomas... one of my favorite poets and poems!
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas
1914 – 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Simon Ashcroft
•grin ✅
•I've no more fucks to give
My fucks have runeth dry
I've tried to go fuck shopping but there's no fucks left to buy!
I've no more fucks to give
Though more fucks i've tried to get
I'm over my fuck budget, and i'm now in fucking debt!
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•grin ✅
•And I do not quote Cee Lo Green's "Fuck You" or Lilly Allen's "Fuck You Very Much" either.
Oh, I just did.
grin ✅
•#fuck #images
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•if you had used a tag for this series we could have found them in a collection: it would have been interesting (suggestion for future ones)
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•:)