Musings from an Older Man

As I’ve gotten older, I find that I don’t care that much for other people’s opinions.

As I’ve gotten older, I find that other people really don’t care that much for my opinions either.

As I’ve gotten older, women don’t find me as attractive. When I say older, I meant over “my peak” at the age 5.

As years get longer, my Christmas list grows shorter.

Santa does not deliver my gifts climbing down the chimney; he packages them with my blood pressure medication deliveries.

The major difference between toys when I was young and today is that today’s children need no imagination in playing with them.

Compliments accompanied by the phrase “for a man your age” are brushed by backhand.

My memory is sharp like a tack; literally….

You won’t know what you’ll never know. You’ll never know what you won’t know. (For philosophy majors only.)

I have reached the age when I no longer have to worry about dying “before my time.”

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