Eyesight. Still. Holy shit I’m in a struggle . So internet been down 4 days and as expected at&t have their glorious heads up their arses. 4,5 block area damaged with construction and 6 different “tech specialists” have 6 different causes and repair dates ffs. One said it was possibly a major cutting and theft of copper. If it’s not up by Inoue v Fulton I’ll officially be fighting the entire lobby of the nearest location . All it’s done is tell me a trip to the nearest opthamoligist looooong overdue. Current sinus infection doesn’t help. Overdue for glasses. Watching super fights and tiny phone screens is flat undoable and disrespectful. Apparently it doesn’t have a reliable spell check feature In spots so I’m really screwed. Blind Mr Magoo doesn’t have a thing on me right now.
Eyesight has gone too. Can not read the small writing and have to take photo of it and zoom in to read it.
Do not let success go to your head and do not let failure get to your heart.
Yeah this is so true it's unbelievable but at the same time I think that over the last 15 or 20 years the technology has allowed them to print smaller and smaller point size for the ingredients on jars and bottles in order to save money on ink and paper so I think it's also partially due to that
You start enjoyin' the quiet nights in and appreciatin' a good book or chillin' with loved ones over a wild night out.
Took maybe 7 years longer than needed but finally got Mr. Magoo readers . Strictly for reading as I can still drive a narrow sidewalk with the best of them . I look like Dr. Bunson Honeydew.
Don't play with your eyesight.
Well the years have passed, actually the decades have passed since I joined this site in 2001 right before they switched over to a new server or platform. I feel this post may be lengthy and winding. My original username was Brocktonblockbuster but I think it was in 2002 after I had posted maybe two or three thousand times that the site went down or changed or whatever you want to refer to it as and I went to try to revive my password and username but it kept saying there was already somebody with that name so I simply dropped off the last two letters to shorten it to brocktonblockbust.
I had that username for about 16 years.
In 2018 I was banned for.,.... 🤔🤔🤔
A fellow poster then created @Fatboxingfan but after an argument he went and sabotaged that username by logging into it and posting stuff --- so I immediately asked the Mods to delete the account which they did thank God
What's my point..... That SIGNS YOU ARE GETTING OLDER really back then seemed like a thread about older people BUT NOW LOOKING BACK ON ALL THESE DECADES AS A MEMBER HERE, I must say it has become a much more relevant thread as time has gone by, logically.
That was a long and winding road to get to the post that I want to make so here it is:
One sign you are getting older is that when you're using your Android you keep on hitting dislike instead of like because you can no longer make out the text because it seems so illegible or unclear.
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We used to play outside when we were young..
Hopscotch..Skipping..Or joining in song.
Making Go-Carts out of stuff…
Playing together was enough..!!
There were No Computers .. iPads.. Phones..
NOTHING Hi-Tec … I hear your groans
We were happy with what we had..
“ Our World “ didn’t make us sad.
Today’s Kids are Bullied more in School all the time..
There is No Reason.. There is No Rhyme.
They carry knives.” In case they get hurt “
Now someone lies DEAD… There in the Dirt ..!!
We MUST make this STOP…. We HAVE to Try …
Before more of Our Kids Spirit’s lift into The Sky ….
Do not let success go to your head and do not let failure get to your heart.
Have to say, basic glasses make all the difference in the world. You can see all the random ear/nose hairs that get overlooked gazing into a mirror under so so lighting . Ear hair is farking embarrassing. Knees holding up over last 4,5 months. Wasn't the case early 2023. Just walking multi staircases on down time at work. First dozen were literal hell and left me walking around like Fred sanford for two weeks. But after a month easy peazy and not a stab or pain since.
Odd question, does learning to finally say no make you feel old . Basically finally practicing a 'pick your battles' approach on certain tasks. It's a foreign and odd thing to be honest. I used to run into the fire so to speak when it came to a chaotic day and put out a half dozen fires (fiqure of speech). All in the name of company and "every client is the only client" . I used to use that with every interviewee ffs. But now I don't lift half sedated 100 lb rotties anymore and do not want to be sitting in on near every x ray restraining or assisting. I really started thinking about the overall 'exposure' that collects thru the years. I had a goofy green as shit relief vet tell a tech "she doesn't need the lead vest on just drape it over her hands" and I told her she could go pound sand and that she was the temp help, not us. Whatever your job or career...it's not that you can't do all the tasks as before and as practiced for decades. But inevitably you find a time to say...nope. It's your turn. Someone else needs to get some dirt under the nails and do the literal heavy lifting. It's a weird thing as the newer people do not 'know' you as you were just a short time ago. But you also have zero need to try to prove anything to someone who was eating applesauce in a highchair when you were early years in. It's a trip. Now I'll fulfill my obligations, cover my clients and tie up lose ends and have noooo qualms about walking out of a 6pm chaotic Friday. Then the next morning listen to twenty-somethings and a bit older whine about being there till 8 o'clock at night. At first I was like "well yeh back in the day we did all that it's crazy" but now it's like "ahh that's a shame but glad you got home eventually" and just smirk like a dickhead . I should have enacted some on the job self-preservation in my early forties but oh well. Better late than never I suppose.
edit...*using a Fred Sanford analogy today. That's when you know you're old
I have been going nostalgic in my old age and remember The Littlest Hobo which was about a dog having adventures through USA whilst he was trying to go home. In some of the episodes he had a gun, flew a plane and wore a parachute.
The theme song gave me a warm feeling when it was on and brings me back to days as a child when life was simpler and more enjoyable.
Do not let success go to your head and do not let failure get to your heart.
I don't come in here much (last time was 201. But I guess it's a fitting thread (and a good one) to vent.
Signs that I'm getting older?
Yeah... I guess that would be the fact that I abhor the direction that boxing has taken the last years. YouTubers... circus fights... old geezers wanting to make that last extra buck... social media's impact on boxing fandom... shortcuts to stardom... the King of Cherry Picking being the top draw in boxing... boxing's confounding refusal to deal with the problems that afflict it (lousy judging, even lousier rankings)... the list could go on and on.
Come to think of it, every time I go on one of these rants I end up forgetting a few points, which in itself is a sign I'm getting older.
Another classic US sitcom intro music that I enjoyed when I was a little boy. I always fancied the brunette and watched it for her in Laverne and Shirley.
Do not let success go to your head and do not let failure get to your heart.
When one of your children is turning 21.
They live, We sleep
At my age
I have seen it all,
I have heard it all and
I have done it all.
I just can't remember it all.
Do not let success go to your head and do not let failure get to your heart.
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