35, actually. I've got a mild form of arthritis in the hands that makes working with them for more then an hour or two unpleasant.
Something is wrong with my left knee that makes physical exertion painful. Walking is okay but it really doesn't take a whole lot to make it painful enough that I have to sit down for 4 or 5 hours to recover.
Something else wrong in the chest that makes breathing uncomfortable most days; like I was lying down and like fully grown St Bernard is sitting on of me. Occasionally feels like God taking a long thin ice pick and just jabbing it slowly through the ribs.
I can manage most of it with aspirin and alcohol but obviously that brings with it a slew of it's own risks. Add in deteriorating eyesight, constant fights with insomnia that leave me tired most day, and teeth that are wearing away fast enough that it's scaring my dentist.
It's not that 40 sounds depressingly old. It's that I'm already old and now getting older. It's been a good life mind you, and I've gotten everything that I was supposed to out of it; university degree and a job. There's little else that I care enough about to make me want to stay beyond for what I have to.
With respect, speak for yourself. :) I fully plan on having a last enjoying a bottle of something tequila and then promptly hanging myself off an tree in a nice quiet grove somewhere before then.
Gotten everything I set out to do done in this life, so at this point I'm still around by the time 40 rolls around, then something has gone really awry.
Using a throwaway here since every time since every time I've asked this people seem to get really offended at the thought of it...
But was my class really the only ones that hated every single moment of their post secondary education? Granted we were a small graduating class, only 15, and it just some back water college, not a university. But our graduating ceremony was cancelled because literally none of us signed up for it. Most of us were just so sick of seeing that campus and everything about it. Even thinking about today makes me feel ill at ease.
Just seems as if everyone else I know seems to have some happy moment from those years. Never found anyone else that disliked their time in college and makes me wonder what made it so happy for others, and what was so different for my class specifically for us to hate it so. Only thing I can think of was that ours was the last class to be the last to be run through that specific program, but that's the only thing particularly unique about it AFAIK.
Something is wrong with my left knee that makes physical exertion painful. Walking is okay but it really doesn't take a whole lot to make it painful enough that I have to sit down for 4 or 5 hours to recover.
Something else wrong in the chest that makes breathing uncomfortable most days; like I was lying down and like fully grown St Bernard is sitting on of me. Occasionally feels like God taking a long thin ice pick and just jabbing it slowly through the ribs.
I can manage most of it with aspirin and alcohol but obviously that brings with it a slew of it's own risks. Add in deteriorating eyesight, constant fights with insomnia that leave me tired most day, and teeth that are wearing away fast enough that it's scaring my dentist.
It's not that 40 sounds depressingly old. It's that I'm already old and now getting older. It's been a good life mind you, and I've gotten everything that I was supposed to out of it; university degree and a job. There's little else that I care enough about to make me want to stay beyond for what I have to.