I used to think that I wanted to live to be 100, but not so much anymore. In fact, I really don't care much if I make 50, or 45 for that matter.
I don't know if everywhere is the same way, but if you live in Southcentral Kentucky, and you're a single man over 35, you might as well be dead. I'm too old for all the 'fun' bars around here, and not rich enough to go to the downtown bars where people my age hang out. It's impossible to meet women that aren't just trolling for some schmucko to raise their illegitimate kids, and there's nothing to do but work, come home, and sleep.
No wonder people go nuts during middle age.
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