The older I get ...

… the more I realize that the people who love me for myself are more important than those I could never please.
… the bigger my boobs get. Seriously, WTF? I would’ve killed for these things 20 years ago. Now, they’re just in the way.

The more comfortable I am in my own skin. (As opposed to in someone else’s skin. That would just be hot, sticky, and uncomfortable. And probably really heavy, too.)

The less willing I am to compromise, especially with my relaxation time.

The more I am able to do what I need to do, even if I don’t particularly want to do it.

The more I understand about how the world works.

And really, really creepy.

“Hey, nice jacket! Did you get it at Wilson’s”
“No, it *IS * Wilson.”
:eek:

The older I get, the more impatient I get with fools.

The less tolerant I am of crap.

Crap from people, cheap mass produced crap, crappy bands and TV and movies, crappy presidents, etc.

… the more skeptical I become of religious people and religion in general.

… the more diligent I am about sunscreen.

… the more disappointed i get that I haven’t really done anything with my life. No legacy. No accomplishments. (Yeah… I am a “glass is half empty” type person)

The more frugal I become. I drive an (almost) 11 year old car. Not because I can’t afford a new one - but heck, this one still runs.

…the less I worry about minor embarrassments.

Me, too. But here is the upside: the older I get, the less I care about what strangers think of my appearance. As long as I am neat and clean and don’t frighten the horses, I don’t give much of a damn about my looks anymore. My husband thinks I’m a hottie. That’s enough for me.

The older I get . . . every part of my body either dries up or leaks.

…the more accepting of myself I get, and it’s about time!

I found something good about having neuropathy in my feet. When I take my dog out to pee in the snow, I don’t have to put on shoes and socks. I can’t feel the cold. :stuck_out_tongue:

I’m actually less patient the older I get. I was much more tolerant when I was younger. The longer I live, the less I seem to be able to tolerate wacko political opinions especially, which pretty much covers everyone’s but mine. It’s not a good idea at all for me to discuss politics anymore these days, because you’re ALL fucked up, ALL of you, right and left and in between.

Now get off my lawn, dagnabbit!

I think I’m more patient with things that deserve my patience, and less patient with things that don’t.

I know what you mean. I reflected recently that by the time he was my age Castro had conquered his own island. I lord it over the cat, but it’s really not the same.

…The younger I ain’t

Maybe you need more cats.

Isn’t that just introducing more competition?

…the more my back hurts.

…and it hurts for longer too!