In a bus with no ticket
The ever present angst that whatever you do feels like a by-product of having crossed the age of 40, is...well, an ever present angst.
I can compare it with getting on a bus and ride it for as long as you can and you hope to get off before the ticket inspector catches up with you.
it is a crude analogy, but this ride whatever you do, that by consensus, is way pass your age group, like...listening to Triple J, using your longoboard to commute to work or still try ride one last awesome wave that will let you brag at the end of the day on your way back from the beach.
One little voice inside of me keeps saying...-yes it is kinda sad I mean ageing while try to hold on to what represents youthfulness for males could be even embarrassing and yet I applaud the pitiful intent, even if your i-phone headphones keeps coming off because your ear hair pushes it out. pitiful, but better than antidepressants
What is the rightful place for the over 40's?
I can compare it with getting on a bus and ride it for as long as you can and you hope to get off before the ticket inspector catches up with you.
it is a crude analogy, but this ride whatever you do, that by consensus, is way pass your age group, like...listening to Triple J, using your longoboard to commute to work or still try ride one last awesome wave that will let you brag at the end of the day on your way back from the beach.
One little voice inside of me keeps saying...-yes it is kinda sad I mean ageing while try to hold on to what represents youthfulness for males could be even embarrassing and yet I applaud the pitiful intent, even if your i-phone headphones keeps coming off because your ear hair pushes it out. pitiful, but better than antidepressants
What is the rightful place for the over 40's?
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