With side hustles, and an unending deluge of new content on social media platforms, ‘phubbing’ (portmanteau of phone and snubbing) the new normal, even these fleeting social interactions may be a thing of the past. Even self service kiosks at the supermarket make the extent of our conversational input relegated to ‘It’s not scanning’ and ‘Unknown item in bagging area’. Now I am off to the gym (‘can you please get off the equipment with your phone’).
I just saw a truck and immediately a silly story came to me. Call it a sickness. Oh here’s the truck . . .
Remember ‘getting’ the manager? Sorry, he said ‘no’. (20 minutes later)
Who here has something they love that YOUR parents foisted upon you. For me, it was James Herriot’s vet series (couldn’t sleep, had it thrust upon me at age ten), mum loved comedian/actor Tony Hancock, and so did I, and devoured his entire oeuvre, eventually! Most of MY efforts to engage my kids in what floated my boat have found little purchase. I’ve got the broad swathe of social media to compete with! Hopefully, my fine example as a law-abiding citizen will . . . well, maybe not.
This was one of the tragedies of the stone age. And that the only food was the Paleo diet.
Who here DOESN’T have a Dilly bar or two deep in the freezer? For emergencies only.
As you get older, you gain perspective. THIS is what stops us from doing those mindnumbing jobs we did when we were younger. Parking stall counter. Security guard. Our minds were relatively empty when we did those jobs. (this shirt makes my biceps look big or I think I’ll have a chili dog for dinner, being typical thoughts)
Now, however, they are crowded with a Murderer’s Row of problems and crises. We can no longer devote ANY brain space to these jobs. Do we want to think about our mortality for 8 hours? (or ANOTHER 8 hours, if you had a sleepless night)
It is lonely at the top, but you eat better, as I believe Spike Milligan might have said, among many other profundities.