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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.

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Ain't is wonderful?!
Is that not a hilarious gif? ;)
The older you get, the more you realize how much of social rules are pure nonsense.
...how much of social rules are pure nonsense.


Yes. The silly shit we all thought was so important at 22 years old is NOT the same 40 years on.

Correction: how much of social rules IS pure nonsense.

The English teacher in me. lol

Oddly enough the plural "rules" makes the "are" seem more correct.
It seems so but it isn’t. If you wanted to use the plural verb, it would be: so MANY of social rules are…
The fun of the English language…
the older you get, the less you have to lose
Yes. I hated English in school, but I respected it. In later life, I began to love it; which led me to my current avocation of "grammar, usage, punctuation Nazi".
Yep, I’m a grammar Nazi…
the older you get, the less you have to lose


Yes, I'll post this one sometime later... Joy No. 5. ;)

Yep, I’m a grammar Nazi…


Firds of a bleather...

With jack boots?

Ewe shud speke gud english like wot I does.

Age a few more years and you'll care even less, @mrd_ill_be_back@diasp.org. ;)
...in a few years i am dead ;) :D


Yeah... I know that feeling, but am RESISTING for as long as possible. ;)

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).

Choose WISELY what you stay interested in, brother!
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.

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.

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!

And I do not quote Cee Lo Green's "Fuck You" or Lilly Allen's "Fuck You Very Much" either.

Oh, I just did.

You can still tag your comment, can't you?
#fuck #images
@V. T. Eric Layton
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)
Yes... I'm a bit lazy when it comes to hash tagging. Sorry. :(
tag tag tag! the nightmare of the user of a social network in which there are crazy people who want and ardently desire the collection of your productions :)