All the stubfart philosopher kings on Oytoob are chock FULL a good advice on having a successful retireMINT. “Do your own thing! Your time is YOURS now! Start that business you always wanted! Build a cottage out in the country! Dive into that hobby you always wanted! Get a job doing what you want, instead of what you have to do! Divoced…? Now’s the time to seek out relationships that work on YOUR terms! Expand your circle of friends! Or repair or renew relationships that may have slipped over the years!” Ol’ Joe is already lining up his next job! Not to beat up on those guys or anything. If that’s what they want to do, fill your boots! Fly at it! Ya only go round once in this world. Do what matters to you!
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I get it. This is stage two of life, supposedly the best part of life. YOU are in charge and you can do whatever you decide to do. Expand yourself, learn new skills, reinvent yourself to be the person you always wanted to be. Like I said… I get it. I did that all my adult life. When I was a kid in high school with a pregnant girlfriend I had to get married and in a deep economic recession I was expected to be an adult that just LOVED to work 60 or 70 hours a week for peanuts. A decade of that…and I went back to school and when I got out with a new suite of skillsets and knowledge I was expected to work happily and thankfully for 70 hours a week for peanuts doing even more demanding work. After five years of that I finally started making and saving money. 30 years of that, being on the road, always trying to be in two places at the same time, trying and begging full grown adults to grow up and do their damned jobs, being given impossible tasks with overwhelming obstacles, family elders that told me I was stupid and lazy, an idiot daughter hellbent on train wrecking her life… look, I’m not bitching, that was just life for most of us tail end Boomers and Gen Xers. Many of us had messy divorces to boot! I got off light! I still remember my parents… “You’re stupid and lazy! You need to get on a job with the big corporations! That’s where the BIG opportunity and money is!!!” My daughter and her creepy wife are gay artistes. They expected their parents to bankroll their arts “studies” and help them out after they finished up their secondary education and couldn’t pay their bills. They think I’m stupid and lazy too! And a homophobe. And a racist, antisemite, dog robber, Klansman, rainbow denying heretic, etc etc etc ad nauseum.
They’re probably right, I guess. I’m going to wake up, and make a coffee. I’m gonna clean house, and walk the Niglet. It’ll be short… it’s -27C with the windchill. There’s probably a skiff of snow out there that’ll need to be shovelled.
I don’t particularly feel the need to drive myself. Or be “that guy” that saves the day when everyone else can’t or won’t do their own jobs or look out for themselves. Or be the punching bag for people that are pissed at the world and need someone to blame for it. Or reinvent myself to correct previous flaws and shortcomings. I look after my dawg. She thinks I’m Superman. I try to look after my wife and be a good husband. She never complains. I don’t need a large circle of shallow friends. I am happy throwing everything into the small circle I have around me. I don’t need to sail off into the sunset in a $750,000 dollar catamaran that impresses the joneses and intimidates the peasants. I don’t want to meddle in the lives of my kids and stir up shit for them the way my elders did with me. They’ll sort themselves out. But if anyone truly needs me… I’m right here where they parked me. I ain’t going anywhere. I’m happy here!
Ughhh. The coffee and Niglet beckon. I hope your retirement is working for you guys. And if you spend it being a better person, doing whatever that means - God bless. I am not envious or impressed - but you have my full moral support because at this stage of life, the only guy you gotta worry about is the bum in the mirror. As long as he’s happy… you’re doing well.
Cheers!
Filthie
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