Man, I’m 17 years older than you. It ain’t that different.
You know, other than the aching joints, the gray hairs sprouting, having a strange urge to yell at anyone that steps on your grass (even if you don’t have grass), and a growing certainty that the newest generation are inherently crazy.
Man, I’m 17 years older than you. It ain’t that different.
You know, other than the aching joints, the gray hairs sprouting, having a strange urge to yell at anyone that steps on your grass (even if you don’t have grass), and a growing certainty that the newest generation are inherently crazy.
But other than that, it’s exactly the same as 33.
Good to hear that the early 40s are not that bad. I’m 31 now and that ensures me I have at least 20 more good years.
I’ve got all of that already. I’m mainly concerned that I’m not even close to a relationship and kids D: