Getting Old: Stoic About It or Endless Whinger?

[Yagoda]

29 minutes ago, spidermike007 said:

Great one. Keep it up. This forum needs more wise old farts like you on it. 

My philosophy is simple:

 

Today is your last day. What are you going to do with it?

 

To me, stuff like steaks, great weed, tattooed blonde Romanian girls with eel like bodies walking around naked in Sharks in Frankfurt, Billboard in Nana, Thermae Cafe, Smashburgers (I had three last night from Joes Burger Bar in Siem Reap, one of the three best burger places in town), Greg Gutfeld, lots of Big Boobs and chocolate and Ice Cream, randomly paying poor people's hospital bills at the Childrens Hospital, hanging at Angkor Wat, road trips in Mercedes convertibles, cat videos, annoying my reliably dumbass leftist yet still endearing defiant and ungrateful child, Manchester United, watching Ladyboys from the patio at Margarita Storm, Nana Burger, machine guns, cheese omelets and as much oral gratification as I can buy are all possibilities on the menu for the Last Day. So as not to be branded as completely loathsome, I do try to continue m y own education in between spurts of hedonism.

 

Whats not on my menu is worrying about getting old. And with the utmost respect to those who have found peace through monogamy (my folks did 55 years), whats not in my menu is watching that hottie I married 40 years ago whine about her prolapsed uterus and bad teeth while those perky boobies in 1974 are now dragging the floor. Im so shallow, but I wouldnt wish me on anyone these days so at least I have some honour left.

 

Getting old? Winners play through the pain, and those who die the happiest win.

 

 

[Lacessit]

1 hour ago, georgegeorgia said:

All good until you get over 80 then there not much you can do unfortunately 

In your occupation, you are probably used to seeing sick 80 year olds, and don't realize there are healthy ones as well.

[RSD1]

3 minutes ago, Lacessit said:

In your occupation, you are probably used to seeing sick 80 year olds, and don't realize there are healthy ones as well.

 

There are also healthy 90 year olds too.

[georgegeorgia]

1 hour ago, Lacessit said:

In your occupation, you are probably used to seeing sick 80 year olds, and don't realize there are healthy ones as well.

Wouldn't matter how healthy you are....time is limited in all probability 

[spidermike007]

3 hours ago, Yagoda said:

My philosophy is simple:

 

Today is your last day. What are you going to do with it?

 

To me, stuff like steaks, great weed, tattooed blonde Romanian girls with eel like bodies walking around naked in Sharks in Frankfurt, Billboard in Nana, Thermae Cafe, Smashburgers (I had three last night from Joes Burger Bar in Siem Reap, one of the three best burger places in town), Greg Gutfeld, lots of Big Boobs and chocolate and Ice Cream, randomly paying poor people's hospital bills at the Childrens Hospital, hanging at Angkor Wat, road trips in Mercedes convertibles, cat videos, annoying my reliably dumbass leftist yet still endearing defiant and ungrateful child, Manchester United, watching Ladyboys from the patio at Margarita Storm, Nana Burger, machine guns, cheese omelets and as much oral gratification as I can buy are all possibilities on the menu for the Last Day. So as not to be branded as completely loathsome, I do try to continue m y own education in between spurts of hedonism.

 

Whats not on my menu is worrying about getting old. And with the utmost respect to those who have found peace through monogamy (my folks did 55 years), whats not in my menu is watching that hottie I married 40 years ago whine about her prolapsed uterus and bad teeth while those perky boobies in 1974 are now dragging the floor. Im so shallow, but I wouldnt wish me on anyone these days so at least I have some honour left.

 

Getting old? Winners play through the pain, and those who die the happiest win.

 

 

All right do agree with you about maintaining some perspective on time. I'm counting my remaining days in months not years, as I find that 240 months sounds more urgent than 20 years, but I get what you're saying and I really enjoyed your post, thanks for that. 

[RSD1]

4 hours ago, Yagoda said:

great weed, tattooed blonde Romanian girls with eel like bodies walking around naked in Sharks in Frankfurt, Billboard in Nana, Thermae Cafe, Smashburgers

And where do you go to find those hairy protruding growlers that you said you like to chew on?

[sipi]

 

There's a pile of useful and very truthful videos on you tube on the subject. Its worth taking a look. 

There's a common theme... No one is coming to rescue you when you get old...

[The Fugitive]

39 minutes ago, spidermike007 said:

240 months sounds more urgent than 20 years

I agree! What sort of yardstick are you using for your remaining months? For example, we know that in civilised countries the greatest numbers of people die around 85/86 years. However, official figures vary. Also, in my family, males have died almost exclusively between ages 67 and 73.

[Yagoda]

18 minutes ago, RSD1 said:

And where do you go to find those hairy protruding growlers that you said you like to chew on?

Ya lost me there mate

[spidermike007]

4 hours ago, Yagoda said:

My philosophy is simple:

 

Today is your last day. What are you going to do with it?

 

To me, stuff like steaks, great weed, tattooed blonde Romanian girls with eel like bodies walking around naked in Sharks in Frankfurt, Billboard in Nana, Thermae Cafe, Smashburgers (I had three last night from Joes Burger Bar in Siem Reap, one of the three best burger places in town), Greg Gutfeld, lots of Big Boobs and chocolate and Ice Cream, randomly paying poor people's hospital bills at the Childrens Hospital, hanging at Angkor Wat, road trips in Mercedes convertibles, cat videos, annoying my reliably dumbass leftist yet still endearing defiant and ungrateful child, Manchester United, watching Ladyboys from the patio at Margarita Storm, Nana Burger, machine guns, cheese omelets and as much oral gratification as I can buy are all possibilities on the menu for the Last Day. So as not to be branded as completely loathsome, I do try to continue m y own education in between spurts of hedonism.

 

Whats not on my menu is worrying about getting old. And with the utmost respect to those who have found peace through monogamy (my folks did 55 years), whats not in my menu is watching that hottie I married 40 years ago whine about her prolapsed uterus and bad teeth while those perky boobies in 1974 are now dragging the floor. Im so shallow, but I wouldnt wish me on anyone these days so at least I have some honour left.

 

Getting old? Winners play through the pain, and those who die the happiest win.

 

 

I vividly remember those triples in Phnom Penh. $30 plus $3 for the room. Those were the days.