Guildedagain
Enlightened Member
I've been having these attacks, of extreme antisocial behavior - I blame Covid - I don't even see the neighbors anymore but of them had a bad muffler for two years, cute gal, love her, but the muffler drove me nuts, and two years asking about replacing it - Toyota V6 w stick = loud - in the meantime other people's mufflers started going bad, getting woke up when take off for work at 5:15 am, got woke up one too many times, went on a mini rant, had to apologize to everyone, specially to wife who truly cares how the neighbors feel, me I'm not so sure.
So then I realized, I'm having attacks of early onset curmudgeonness, grumpy old man syndrome, whatever you call it that happens to men, quite possibly within a short time within of the manisfestation of menopause, "man-o-pause" I call it, so what can I do?
How can I start liking people again.
They say I got too many trucks - wife in lockstep says I got too many guitars - these nonsensical young whippersnappers, "a field of trucks" one new upstart calls it. These are farm rigs. It's like moving to the country and whining about the sound and smell of animals.
But the thing is, I love my trucks. Like old friends, like guitars, tools that get a job done.
I can see why people love their dogs, but the poop... Me, it's trucks and antiques of any kind, old Schwinns, music gear, I got a museum, and nobody under 50 gives a fig. My kid says I "have too much stuff", like it's scaring her, worried she might have to deal with it?
It just looks like "junk", as they drive by too fast dusting us out.
So, I hate people*, love my trucks, I turned into one of those old guys in the cartoons...
Today is the day I "start getting rid o stuff" promised... which is just Kaching, Kaching Kaching to me, a win win.
Nevemind I been slinging guitars on CL two years straight, the totals are frightening, if I only had that much moolah at one time... I probably wouldn't know what to do with it. Mason Jar?
:]
* Except for the people here that have really helped me distract myself from the realities of life ;]
So then I realized, I'm having attacks of early onset curmudgeonness, grumpy old man syndrome, whatever you call it that happens to men, quite possibly within a short time within of the manisfestation of menopause, "man-o-pause" I call it, so what can I do?
How can I start liking people again.
They say I got too many trucks - wife in lockstep says I got too many guitars - these nonsensical young whippersnappers, "a field of trucks" one new upstart calls it. These are farm rigs. It's like moving to the country and whining about the sound and smell of animals.
But the thing is, I love my trucks. Like old friends, like guitars, tools that get a job done.
I can see why people love their dogs, but the poop... Me, it's trucks and antiques of any kind, old Schwinns, music gear, I got a museum, and nobody under 50 gives a fig. My kid says I "have too much stuff", like it's scaring her, worried she might have to deal with it?
It just looks like "junk", as they drive by too fast dusting us out.
So, I hate people*, love my trucks, I turned into one of those old guys in the cartoons...
Today is the day I "start getting rid o stuff" promised... which is just Kaching, Kaching Kaching to me, a win win.
Nevemind I been slinging guitars on CL two years straight, the totals are frightening, if I only had that much moolah at one time... I probably wouldn't know what to do with it. Mason Jar?
:]
* Except for the people here that have really helped me distract myself from the realities of life ;]
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