I am getting less and less interested in things that don't interest me

Probably the same idea. But I find the older I get the less patience I have.
I’ve always been willing to try new things, but it doesn’t take long to find out whether or not I’m interested in it. Once I realize I don’t care for it it’s extremely unlikely I ever try it again.

Yeah - I guess I’m a bit of a traditionalist, preferring music made acoustically to the extent possible.

And if you go w/ an electric, you have to haul an amp, cords, have somewhere to plug it in (I often play outside)…

My wife says that a lack of patience is her “disability” and a “reasonable accommodation” would be that she ought not have to wait in any lines! :smiley:

This seems to be the all-consuming goal of my hard-right father every time we spend any time together. A slight exaggeration, but he gets mad as hell that I’m not getting mad as hell, and he sure does like a daily dose of recreational outrage

Damn it, @Dinsdale get out of my head!

I see a lot of your threads, and think “when did I start that thread?”

It’s called getting old. But it’s not really a big deal until you start affecting those around you. When you start spending more time complaining and loudly sighing to yourself to show everyone how much you’d rather be doing something else, you should just spare everyone else your performance and start doing the stuff you want.

It’s really interesting the horseshoe life takes you in, once some people get to a certain age they start acting like a 5 year old again.

I take that as a compliment, my friend! :smiley:

I think that if we ever met in real life, we’d hit it off great. :grinning:

Less likely but also possible is that we wouldn’t be able to stand each other. :wink:

Yeah, I’m with most of you. Damn little interest in anything these days. You know its bad when you can’t even get excited about drinking.

[quote=“kayaker, post:11, topic:959463”]
throwing the Jolly Ball… [/quote]

I guess its safe to throw it, but is it okay to taunt Jolly Ball?

Horseshoes, yeah, lets go!

Oh, wait…

Coincidentally (?) this just popped up on my Facebook feed:

I stopped reading it, because it struck me as an example of what it’s warning about. :crazy_face:

That article title reminds me of a mantra my group’s cellist has been repeating:

“My being miserable about this won’t change things.”

As far as mantras go, I could imagine worse.

Pretty much everything Ulfreida said here. I know what I like and I am not adverse to having new experiences if I think it will be something I like or am curious about. I used to be curious about everything, but I’ve checked many boxes along the line and I know my time is finite.

However, I am single and I know from experience that we must make exceptions to make partners and others happy. That’s why I attended our family’s Thanksgiving, for example. Or go to chain restaurants with friends, instead of stopping at a food truck. I started by selling my television. I didn’t even know who was playing until the day and would have been fine not knowing. But I’m unwilling to give up on checking the online news and so I found out.

I’m just over forty, and I’ve been this way for twenty years; I will not waste my time doing unenjoyable things, when I already have to suffer through work/medical appointments/etc. Why spend leisure time being less than enthused about what I’m doing?

There’s that old joke about how “the policemen get younger every year”. I remember when I was a kid I’d read opinion pieces and assume they were written by someone wise and knowledgeable. I now read pundits’ opinions and think they are poorly reasoned, factually selective at best, and that half the comments on the SDMB make more sense and are written by people wiser and more knowledgeable.

For years I have told people that the one really great thing about growing old is the ever growing number of things that I don’t give a fuck about. Originally I meant this to be a statement about how few things I now worry about.

But the other big change has been my ability to just lose interest in things in an instant. When I was young any book that I started I read cover to cover. As time went on I learned that few books get more enjoyable as you get further in. So I stopped finishing them.

This now applies to everything. One or two episodes of a series is enough if it doesn’t get me in. I can be keen to watch a movie and then, 15 minutes in, decide, “Not for me,” and turn it off. Even sports events, if they are tedious and feature just average levels of play, get turned off mid game.

I just lost interest in something else.

If it doesn’t affect me, it doesn’t interest me.

I spent a full week with a notepad beside me while watching national news. My goal was to write down everything that caused an actual change in my actions. I watched with the question: “Am I going to do something different because of this?” applied to every story.

At the end of the week, the notebook was empty. I turned off the news, and have not spent a single minute watching since. That was in 2016. I endure one half-hour cycle of local news at my wife’s request (she likes to watch it with morning coffee), but I would drop that too if not for her.

As I was on about finishing up what needed to be done before going home, I would think, “this would go a lot faster if I had a couple more of me” – then came the realization that I could probably not get along with myself and would just end up fighting with me.

Yeah, me and me are bossy bitches.