Core - Still Alive #7?

[Core]

Some say u are depressed, and while I am definitely not going to even try to make any sort of diagnostics I will say from time to time you sound like my grumpy old grandpa.

Lmao! You've no idea how much I can't wait for those golden years. I'm getting there with my aching back, stiff knees, disgust for modern culture and annoyance of loud noises. I yet to yell at kids for being on my lawn though I'm nearing the age of yelling at dog owners. Maybe a couple more years.

I "back in my day" with the kids all the time and just today talked about what I used to be able to buy with a dollar. I'm seriously thinking about making friends at the old folks home to have some guys to relate with.

I think if I liked the culture, I'd have more to be excited for. Not in a grass is greener sense but the few things I like, when there is something new, are fun to sit in anticipation for.

Skin color this, I like to sleep with that. I don't get the draw. I understand why we're here and who's doing it but outside those factors, its boring. To me at least. The individual is what used to matter back in my day. Not what categories one could fit in to. Who wants to be boxed in and labeled? I'm not a x color dude who sleeps with y and traveled part of the orient in my youth to further dismantle some cause a billionaire wants me to. I'm a person who worked hard enough to get a trip there and learned enough to get around and not be held ransom for those formerly sweet american dollars. As an individual, it was an achievement, and my prize is I still wonder if I have kids on the other side of the world.

Speaking of getting old and kids I know about. My son is keeping me feeling young. Not because I live vicariously through his youth but because of the necessity to survive. The other day he was just tormenting his sister, needing some roughing up to entertain himself and there was no fight left in her. I stepped up to take down the reigning champ and quickly victory over someone 1/6th my weight and size was near. I thought he would accept defeat as noogies almost mercilessly descended towards his just recently solidified cranium but boy can he can squirm out of a predicament like his skin is butter and I learned his kicks are FAST. Luckily my reflexes saved me a black eye. This time. We had a blast, and his sister got a break to relax and built an adorable scene for her toys to play in. We were exhausted enough to relax and once I picked up my poor hairs that got ripped out of my skull probably never to return, I got like 10 minutes in with my daughter before one of us brought conflict, chaos and destruction to her game.

Still some joy left, I'd just like to live where there is more joy, and where there is less manufactured conflict. Where criminals go to jail, where leaders become politicians and not politicians acting as leaders. Where races can joke again. Where I can let the kids out of my sight for more than 2 seconds without cps and helicopter moms and lawnmower dads ruining their adventure. Where the rich get rich by providing great things, and not continually bleeding you of funds for products that are the exact some thing as before but with a tweek. A couple of those are fantasy, but werent so in the good ol days.