i believe the ultimate marker of becoming too old is when your supermarkets/big box stores/etc start playing *your* music, not your parents music (or when you start talking about how great stretching is, that's the other main marker)
Honestly what this makes me happy about is knowing that I am mostly successfully resisting growing Old as a means of thought.
I still love so many of the things I used to, but I recognize I lack the same energy & regeneration I used to have. That makes planning require more; that's fine. It means I'm more out of touch - that's fine too.
Instead of cultivating my musical tastes by sampling a bunch of things, I now seek curators who have similar tastes and am fine piggybacking off what they recommend.
I want to party all night, I know to eat well & rest up the day before and free the day after for recovery, etc.
I /do/ hate how much harder it makes being spontaneous, I /do/ hate how fucking tired I get doing something I used to do with complete ease, I /do/ hate the fact everything absolutely is harder now because you pay more and get less, but I do not hate that people like things I don't like.
After all, I've spent my whole life basically hating sports. I don't actually hate sports themselves, but I do hate the massive amount of time, attention, and energy spent on something while a fraction of that spend on just making the world better for each other would do so much good.
So, mostly, I agree with the author here, with one flagrant exception.
I absolutely do fucking hate astrology. I hate having to pretend I care about something I find completely nonsensical pap. You're telling me there's only 12 kinds of people? That's fucking bullshit. That some random fuckwad writing for a paper has some reliable system for predicting the future? Goddamn nonsense.
I know it's supposed to be 'fun', but nobody ever seems to be using it just for fun. They seem serious about it! HOW?! Argh I hate it I hate it I hate it at least if you want to be New Agey go drop acid or shrooms and tell me all about the personal divine connection you have now established (hopefully) that's way more interesting and unique to you.
Not only did you roast us Olds, you cremated us and flushed the ashes. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
My takeaway from this is Doodle hatred is still unimpeachable.
What a finale!
I think a lot of people are gonna be staring into space for a bit after reading this one. Wow!!!
100% A+ ding ding ding ding ding we have a winner.
I hate that I loved this.
Absolutely WITHERING finish! Truly brilliant finale
chef's kiss
rip hate read and also apparently everyone who wrote for it!
a perfect ending to a perfect series
the perfect finale to season 1!
i believe the ultimate marker of becoming too old is when your supermarkets/big box stores/etc start playing *your* music, not your parents music (or when you start talking about how great stretching is, that's the other main marker)
"You don’t hate these things.
You merely hate that you got too old to enjoy them anymore. "
I die.
Honestly what this makes me happy about is knowing that I am mostly successfully resisting growing Old as a means of thought.
I still love so many of the things I used to, but I recognize I lack the same energy & regeneration I used to have. That makes planning require more; that's fine. It means I'm more out of touch - that's fine too.
Instead of cultivating my musical tastes by sampling a bunch of things, I now seek curators who have similar tastes and am fine piggybacking off what they recommend.
I want to party all night, I know to eat well & rest up the day before and free the day after for recovery, etc.
I /do/ hate how much harder it makes being spontaneous, I /do/ hate how fucking tired I get doing something I used to do with complete ease, I /do/ hate the fact everything absolutely is harder now because you pay more and get less, but I do not hate that people like things I don't like.
After all, I've spent my whole life basically hating sports. I don't actually hate sports themselves, but I do hate the massive amount of time, attention, and energy spent on something while a fraction of that spend on just making the world better for each other would do so much good.
So, mostly, I agree with the author here, with one flagrant exception.
I absolutely do fucking hate astrology. I hate having to pretend I care about something I find completely nonsensical pap. You're telling me there's only 12 kinds of people? That's fucking bullshit. That some random fuckwad writing for a paper has some reliable system for predicting the future? Goddamn nonsense.
I know it's supposed to be 'fun', but nobody ever seems to be using it just for fun. They seem serious about it! HOW?! Argh I hate it I hate it I hate it at least if you want to be New Agey go drop acid or shrooms and tell me all about the personal divine connection you have now established (hopefully) that's way more interesting and unique to you.
And here I thought it was humor writing, but not to everyone I guess.
I LOVED Hate Reads and hope to see it again next year. :)
Marshmallow brutality. <3