Remember a saying from the 60s and 70’s “Don’t trust anyone over 30”. For some reason this topic brought that to mind
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when I tried talking to “the kids” in my shop, I found out they were all wearing ear buds. No problem, I have great conversation with the voices in my head.
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Grown ups are dilutional. They have no understanding of what is going on around them. They just can’t understand me.
Did you ever think that?
Now the youngsters just do not understand that we had to use a dime in a phone booth to call home in a phone booth to tell mom that I was at Joes house and I would be back before it got dark.
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@mattm >> that’s not good << spend some time with my friends and, get a free
Evaluation. You might have to stay a while longer because of those voices in your
You head. >>
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Nah, no issue. Me and the voices get along great these days. Great memories, and same philosophies. Beards in my family are hereditary…first time my kid visited after getting out of the Marines…I said “who the heck is that with the HAIR!!!”…then I remembered it had been awhile since I saw a mirror, though mine is shorter, thinner and grayer these days…d’oh…this is him…Chewbacca. 
I worked in an asylum for awhile in my barely 20’s. Psychiatric aide was the description, had 7 patients, 3 guys who murdered family members…in the same bedroom 
I watched co workers get randomly attacked, watched 300 pound body guards quit in 2 hours…yet I never had a problem, except for the time I took Henry out for a beer 
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#99 - You can take all of your daily pills with coffee.
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My personal favorites… both kinda the same. 1. Looking for your glasses while wearing them and 2. Thinking you lost your phone while talking on it. Oh… and picking up your phone to Google something and forgetting what it was you were going to Google.
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Yep. Had to strat trusting myself about 30+ yes ago now. 
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Thank you for this. Retiring in Sept.
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@Jerry83968 >> how about talking into your coffee cup thinking it’s the cordless phone. Wellcome to the looney bin. Jerry. Hold on cause it’s a good ride.
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How about a loud argument with an invisible person? In his autobiography, David Brenner witnessed a woman ranting and raving - complete with hand gestures - to no one, while she was walking down the street - he described her behavior as a typical “New York loonie”.
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I grew up in NY before moving to Texas roughly 40 yrs ago. I can absolutely verify “New York Loony”. We also called it “Manhatten Madness”.
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Before cell phones and wireless ear adapters, this sort of thing seemed much more unusual.
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leaking on your shoes
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Playing? Explain this thing you call playing.
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@Todd30 to me playing is not having to work. It means you can use your time for
Your hobbies full time. Hunting, fishing, reloading, target shooting, cooking,
What ever you want to do. When I think of all the things I don’t have to do anymore when I wake up and put my feet on the floor none of my choices are work, to me that’s play. One of the best things is = I have a new boss, that pays
Me sick time, Holliday pay, personal time, medical benefits, travel time, and he is my armed bodyguard <<<
My bosses name is =. BLACKY >>> that to me my friend is playing.
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Oh okay, I am doing that right now. Just finished polishing .45 brass and sorting them from small and large primer. Now I am going to clean one of my .45s. I get it! More shooting stuff!
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