![]() 10/25/2018 at 22:39 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
I was looking at some things I had written when I was a college student, and I was like, “damn, that’s wrong, but you argue so strongly for something wrong.” With one, I was even like “I’ll un-fuck that and publish it.”
But I don’t write like that anymore. And when I get in and out of my car, I go “ugh,” and I go “ugh” when I stand up, and I go “ugh” when I move. I’m pretty sure I’m getting dumber as I get older.
I complain a lot; I hate things. All things. I hate them. I hate things that worked one way that I understood and then they didn’t, and I hate that.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:00 |
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I keep trying to remind myself to be curious. Yep, back is f’d, right knee is f’d, now my left ankle seems to be f’d and and still can’t remember peoples’ names worth sh!t - but still want to know more about stuff. I want to find out what is going on. I still get bored easily. And I still love driving.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:04 |
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I feel like I’m getting smarter. Must be the first signs of senility.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:10 |
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We don’t get stupider as we get older, we lose the ability to put up with stupid people.
There are stuff we forget because since we were younger we’ve been learning more and more stuff every day.
Getting older is waking up every day and finding out some part of your body doesn’t work as well as it did the day before.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:15 |
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My ankles have been fucked since my 20s. I tried to take up running (I ran track in high school). I did 8 miles and spent the next two weeks limping. Everything is garbage.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:16 |
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It definitely is.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:16 |
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I have zero tolerence for stupid. You might be on to something.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:30 |
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I was also a runner in high school. When I tried to pick it up again, I screwed up my left knee. The doc was pretty frank about it - he told me I could either have surgery or stop running. You can guess which I picked.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:52 |
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All the stupid people I know are old for some reason.
![]() 10/25/2018 at 23:54 |
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When we’re younger we have to tolerate it because we were always getting told to ‘respect your elders’ or ‘don’t be rude’, ‘what you do you know, your only ~~ years old’, etc... , now were at an age we can start calling out some of that bullshit.
Like when your down and people say, ‘life is what you make it it’, you can now tell them to f*** off.
When you lose something and someone says, ‘do you know where you last had it?’. You can tell them ‘if I knew that sunshine I’d ruddy well go back and get it and not be looking for the f***ing thing’.
![]() 10/26/2018 at 00:05 |
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I’ve certainly forgotten more than I’ve learned. That being said I have a near photographic memory so I remember silly things like the color of my 1975 Datsun and the statistic pages in the back of road and track.
![]() 10/26/2018 at 01:12 |
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You don't get stupider, just more aware of how stupid you already were.
![]() 10/26/2018 at 07:12 |
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Nope. Because I am righteous. And the rest of the world is too stupid to keep up.
![]() 10/26/2018 at 12:48 |
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Ugh, I frequently feel like this lately. I almost feel like I used to write a lot more creatively, and now, welp. It feels like
I’ve lost it.
![]() 12/01/2018 at 19:05 |
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It’s really the worst part about making a living based on your writing that no one warns you about. Being poor and praying for work? You expect that. Looking back on something you wrote a decade ago and thinking “this was a different, more confident, smarter person?” That hits you right in the gut.
![]() 12/03/2018 at 12:32 |
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YUP.
Worse yet,
I frequently wonder what might still be broke from the brain injury, too. I might be fine!
But I don’t know.
![]() 12/10/2018 at 18:27 |
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I hate things that worked one way that I understood and then they didn’t, and I hate that.
I hate things that worked fine and I understood them, but the makers of those things, inspired by Satan, “improved” those things so that a.) they were more expensive, b.) they were ten times more complicated, c.) they didn’t work half as well doing their primary job as they used to, d.) they were much more frangible, e.) they’re so excessively, unnecessarily overcomplicated that I no longer understand them, and f.) when I ask “Why do I have to endure this new! improved!!! bullshit? What’s the advantage?” I am smugly told “It’s the coming thing, you have to move with the times, lookit all these cool new features, this is what everybody’s using now, etc., etc., etc.”
As far as saying “ugh” a lot and moving like an achy old person (which
I am
) I suppose I do that, but I think I may be smarter now than I ever was. This may be, of course, self-delusion engendered by oncoming senility.