Morning Mugs
And so we try again, this time though it will happen. Things to moan about, things to dig at and maybe the odd moment of joy or genuine humour. There;s lots to discuss , discoveries of new music and interests the death of old interests, many awkward moments, broken trusts, dying friendships, a lack of new meaningful friendships. All to document a new Grumpy Bloke Phase...that of diminishing relevance.
The fatherhood role is withering on the vine, the grandparent role is fun but very much part time, the importance of getting on at work is dead, nostalgia grows, intolerance grows and it all seems so.......inevitable.
Maybe this is the mid-life crisis that I'm having in what should surely be classed as the autumn of life? Haven't I been through middle age? Maybe middle age lasts until you shuffle off this mortal coil?
Nothing sums me up better than this one line from one of my favourite bands, The Manic Street Preachers.
HOW I HATE MIDDLE AGE, CAUGHT BETWEEN ACCEPTANCE AND RAGE....
How very apt.
Later Mugs, GJ
