Turning into your parents
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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Turning into Dad vs Getting Old
I'm 50 and my Dad's 80.
He plays either tennis, badminton or table tennis every day (mind you, he's retired and has the time) and then quite often goes out to the flicks, theatre or to play bridge for the evening.
I, on the other hand, spend 10 hrs a day in front of a PC, get home, microwave some slop, consume it, and fall asleep in front of the TV.
He's just been dumped by his 68-year old 'girlfriend' because he's 'too active' (and I really do not want to know what that exactly refers to).
I haven't had a 'proper' girlfriend for almost a year.
He's just had a full medical check-up and been told that he's in incredible shape for his age.
I had one last year and was told to stop smoking, eat and drink less and take regular excercise.
So in some ways I wouldn't mind turning into my Dad.
The downside would be the borderline racism, having to listen to Elaine Paige and Sarah Brightman all the time and committing driving faux pas such as (a) stopping at green lights, (b) not stopping at red lights, (c) slowing down to 25 mph in the outside lane of the M8 because I'm distracted by thinking about what to have for supper or (d) stopping on a roundabout to let someone get on.
Oh, and I wouldn't know the difference between a hard drive, a folder or a document on the PC. I'd have to be shown how to get the pictures off my digital camera and onto my PC each and every time I wanted to do so. I'd spend 4 hours writing an important letter in Word, save it, and then not remember what I called it or where I saved it the next day. I'd forget all about ShutDown and just turn everything off at the wall socket.
I'd drive 5 miles out of my way to get petrol 0.5p a litre cheaper and I'd have time to hop around between Lidl, Aldi, Tesco and Asda to get stuff at the lowest possible price. Then I'd spend a fortune on useless fucking homeopathy 'cures' for any real or imagined ailment because 'it works, you know'.
Anyway, thank fuck I'm not turning into my Mum, or I'd be dead by now. I'll settle for aging gracefully.
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 17:43, Reply)
I'm 50 and my Dad's 80.
He plays either tennis, badminton or table tennis every day (mind you, he's retired and has the time) and then quite often goes out to the flicks, theatre or to play bridge for the evening.
I, on the other hand, spend 10 hrs a day in front of a PC, get home, microwave some slop, consume it, and fall asleep in front of the TV.
He's just been dumped by his 68-year old 'girlfriend' because he's 'too active' (and I really do not want to know what that exactly refers to).
I haven't had a 'proper' girlfriend for almost a year.
He's just had a full medical check-up and been told that he's in incredible shape for his age.
I had one last year and was told to stop smoking, eat and drink less and take regular excercise.
So in some ways I wouldn't mind turning into my Dad.
The downside would be the borderline racism, having to listen to Elaine Paige and Sarah Brightman all the time and committing driving faux pas such as (a) stopping at green lights, (b) not stopping at red lights, (c) slowing down to 25 mph in the outside lane of the M8 because I'm distracted by thinking about what to have for supper or (d) stopping on a roundabout to let someone get on.
Oh, and I wouldn't know the difference between a hard drive, a folder or a document on the PC. I'd have to be shown how to get the pictures off my digital camera and onto my PC each and every time I wanted to do so. I'd spend 4 hours writing an important letter in Word, save it, and then not remember what I called it or where I saved it the next day. I'd forget all about ShutDown and just turn everything off at the wall socket.
I'd drive 5 miles out of my way to get petrol 0.5p a litre cheaper and I'd have time to hop around between Lidl, Aldi, Tesco and Asda to get stuff at the lowest possible price. Then I'd spend a fortune on useless fucking homeopathy 'cures' for any real or imagined ailment because 'it works, you know'.
Anyway, thank fuck I'm not turning into my Mum, or I'd be dead by now. I'll settle for aging gracefully.
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 17:43, Reply)
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