Com'on. You'll get here sooner than you think. It's a part of the joy of life.this thread is full of regressives.
Com'on. You'll get here sooner than you think. It's a part of the joy of life.this thread is full of regressives.
So, you think you'll become a full blown curmudgeon? Just wait until you're 71 years old!Yes, still early on into my thirties and am now in the mindset of charity starts at home, all that matters is my little nest etc.
This last year has opened my eyes to a lot of bullshit, mostly from politics and media, and society in general.
The rate I'm going I'll be a full blown curmudgeon in about 10 years.
Starting to wish it were sooner come to think of it, still too much 'Mr Nice Guy'.
Sure, I was a big fan but, getting life lessons from a TV serio-comedy? Nah.
I new it was time to get a manager in 1996 when I threatened a customer that I was going to kill him for putting a cigarette on the side of one of my pool tables. I was so close to losing it and driving the edge of my hand into his throat as that was my usual first move. I hired a manager a few weeks later and it was the best thing I ever did as he made me more money that I had ever done on my own. I basically retired then and it was great. I played pool and cards all day and hung out at the cigar lounge every day. I did threaten one of my best customers with the half pool cue I kept under the counter one day but luckily he was faster than me. He was actually one of my best customers and a good friend but he fucked up so bad in a card game that I almost lost it. That card game ran for around 18 years.
I can still have moments of crabbiness. Still, though, the longer you experience your own foibles and struggles, how can you not grow a bit more patient and compassionate for others with age?I want to become like you. Is their a way I can more rapidly achieve that?
I can still have moments of crabbiness. Still, though, the longer you experience your own foibles and struggles, how can you not grow a bit more patient and compassionate for others with age?
My Irish friends refer to me as an "aingiseor." Altogether different from a curmudgeon as the Irish language tends to define certain types much better than English. The older I get, the less tolerant I am of the foibles of others. I simply do not have the time to suffer fools. I will, as an aingiseor, make one attempt to correct boorish behavior. After that, the boors are on their own. I, as everyone, have my own definition of what constitutes "boorish" behavior and it's not debatable.
As far back as I can remember, if I walked into a room, who do I want to set next to and have fun? The guy who is a great listener, thoughtful, considerate, smiles and nods…. Or, the asshole who makes fun of everyone?
I’ll set next to the asshole, every time, and have a great time. Nice warm souls full of compassion bore the shit out of me.
Beats me too.why does anyone care about sports?
It was a TV show, he was what the producers/writers/directors/etc. wanted him to be so as to attract an audience and therefore, sell advertising. Sometimes very boorish, sometimes very wise, often serious, often caring, but, at all times a figment of the writers' imagination as he interpreted their lines. And, throughout most of the series, very entertaining but, never educational, in my opinion.Do you think Matlock was boorish?
Wagers! Also, some people define themselves and their lives by how the team they root for performs. They live most of their lives vicariously."why does anyone care about sports? Why does anyone care who wins"
It was a TV show, he was what the producers/writers/directors/etc. wanted him to be so as to attract an audience and therefore, sell advertising. Sometimes very boorish, sometimes very wise, often serious, often caring, but, at all times a figment of the writers' imagination as he interpreted their lines. And, throughout most of the series, very entertaining but, never educational, in my opinion.
Wagers! Also, some people define themselves and their lives by how the team they root for performs. They live most of their lives vicariously.
I know that feeling. At the time I was kneeling on the guy's chest, feeding a fully charged paint roller down his throat, when three guys pulled me off of him. I was in full beserker mode. I'm MUCH nicer now.In a bar, no pipe smokers. I was smoking a cigar though. Playing pool on a bar box, this prick pushed me and then swung and hit me. It did not end well for that ahole. My first thought was he's lucky three really big guys pulled me off of him but the reality is, I'm probably lucky they pulled me off of him as I was in white rage mode.
That option wasn't offered initially, so I thought I'd add it. For science.I am 64, I don't believe I have regressed at all. I'm not sure that was the appropriate word.
And thank you. I was totally unsure what the the OP was asking with regard to "digressing." I've "gone off the tracks" once or twice, digressing from my chosen path but, I'm pretty sure that's wasn't what the OP was asking.That option wasn't offered initially, so I thought I'd add it. For science.
And thank you. I was totally unsure what the the OP was asking with regard to "digressing." I've "gone off the tracks" once or twice, digressing from my chosen path but, I'm pretty sure that's wasn't what the OP was asking.