Young people complain about everything under the sun. Clothes that don't fit, diets that don't work, traffic jams, bad smells, tech breakdowns, impossible bosses and co-workers, nosy parents, friends that don't answer texts, bad haircuts, etc.
Me? I'm retired. My parents are deceased. I live alone with low expectations. I hum during traffic jams and sleep on public transportation. My clothes are loose and comfortable, my haircuts last three minutes.
Some years ago I decided there would be less stress in my life if I took crap. That's what I've been doing--taking crap from everyone. I never defend myself. I just nod and walk away. As long as I can hit the gym and remember important stuff, I'm fine.
Pass the mustard, please. Okay, don't. I'll get it myself. Have a great day.
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