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I was telling my shrink the other day how the person I hate in life is the person I was ten years ago.  If you believe that way of thinking then you can speculate that I am really dealing with learning how to stop hating myself.  I also find it interesting to note that I have become the person I used to laugh at and make fun of.

I’m fifty-five years old.  I’m figuring out what truly matters in life.  I used to think it was $180 jeans and $80 t-shirts.  Now I get excited when I can find Greek yogurt on sale for eighty-eight cents.  Make fun of me but if I buy ten of them I’ll pocket a buck twenty and you can put that towards your White Claw your spending five bucks on at some shitty bar with a bunch of plastic people that think they’ll make money some day by being an Instagram model.  I cut my own hair.  I like sweat pants and t-shirts.  I don’t really shave but I do run some clippers over my face every few days.  I don’t like silence and have developed a sort of verbal tic where I grunt for seemingly no apparent reason.  Trust me.  People notice.  Based on their reaction I will assume it is of great concern to them.  I enjoy it because it creates distance.  I’m not a big fan of people being in my personal space.  If you made it this far in my post you either find it fascinating or perhaps you may be considering a restraining order.  Both are logical.

So laugh all ya want.  Just know that one day you’ll understand.  I just hope you can figure out your journey and purpose faster then me.