Getting old

It's great fun. The wrong side of 50 for some reason appears to give you some sort of slack from others. You get excused for being a daftie with a "Oh, it's his age."

I do struggle with memory. I can't recall simple words, or names of people I've known for decades. It bothers me that my son can see and hear that deterioration.

On the plus side, when I do remember the right words, I'm no longer afraid to hurt people's feelings if I give a straight answer to a straight question. I'll call people out now if they're being an arse because I care less and less about any negative response. It's liberating.


Spot on mate. I'm 57 and have a contentment in life that I didn't have when I was younger. I wasn't a worrier in the first instance but worry about things even less now. Wisdom also comes with age. Its lovely winding the youngins up as they start work their working lives letting them know they have over 40 years of this shite to go.

We are allowed to be grumpy :)
 



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