I’ll be 57 soon. I obviously don’t know how others think when they reach their late 50’s, but here’s what I’ve noticed.
My tolerance for people has diminished. Inevitably, someone will bring up politics or religion, and I just can’t stomach it. Sometimes they have good takes, but usually, they don’t.
And politics is my least favorite thing to discuss. It’s all bullshit. They keep us distracted and divided, and people fall in line like sheep. I’ve noticed that more than half the time, people don’t even know what the Hell they’re talking about. They’re clueless.
I have an illness that I am dealing with, so I am running out of fucks pretty quickly. In fact, I think I’m all out.
I don’t ever want to do anything or go anywhere. I’m always tired. A good day for me is one with minimal pain.
If something takes more than two hours, I’m not interested. Parties? No. Maybe I’ll pop in for a bit. Maybe not.
Camping? Hell no. That’s a party that lasts for days. I don’t have the energy.
Bar crawls? Ha! I’d rather poke my eyes out with a pitchfork.
Recently I went to a concert in a theater. Usually I go with one person but this particular time I was with a group. At one point, two of them decided to have a 15 minute conversation right beside me while I was just trying to listen to the music.
You know that saying “the more the merrier”? It’s not true.
I tried to explain to a friend that free will is a myth, and therefore, there is nothing he could do or say to make me hate him. He didn’t get it. But that’s only because I did a poor job of explaining it.
He could say the meanest things to me and I just wouldn’t care. Why should I? If he’s that type of person and he’s just now revealing himself as an asshole, I misjudged him. So what? I’ll consider my options and I might just cut him out of my life. People lose friends all the time. It’s really no loss of mine if he is a waste of my time. But I won’t hate him because free will is a myth, and hating is a waste of my time.
What do people think of you? All I care about is what the people close to me think of my character. That’s it. Everything else just doesn’t matter.
In short, the ONLY things that matter to me are the health and happiness of my wife and I, my pets, and my close friends. That’s it. Everything else is irrelevant.
I’ve recently had someone get upset that I didn’t respond to their text soon enough. I care more about what treat I’m gonna give to my Bella here in five minutes. If anything, his frustration is amusing to me.
Should I explain this to him? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll try for 15 seconds. If he doesn’t get it, I don’t care. I have more important things to do.
If I am somewhere that I don’t want to be, I leave. I used to ponder what people might think. I used to say goodbye to everyone. Now I just tell the people within my space that I gotta go. That’s it. They can think what they want. I really don’t give a shit.
If someone asks me if I want to do something and I don’t want to, I tell him no. I don’t need to explain myself. If he asks why, I provide the shortest possible response. And then I’m done with the conversation.
I have a handful of friends that understand me, and that’s all I want. They know I’ll be there for them. They know what to expect from me, and vice versa.
I’m really not much fun at parties anymore ?? And I don’t care. I’ve partied all my life. I’m done with that. Give me Netflix, my dog, my coffee, and my White Widow.
And if you haven’t smoked that yet… find some. You’ll thank me later.
Cut out all the bullshit. I promise you that you’ll be happier, and you’ll have more time to do what YOU want to do. You’ll have more time for YOU and the people that truly matter to you.
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