Slowly, but inexorably, I am turning into an old git.
A year ago, I gave up office life to become self-employed. I downshifted. I now work by myself, staring at a PC screen for much of the day. I am less stressed, less worried. I enjoy life more. I am a better person to be around.
I find myself despairing and crotchety about aspects of modern life.
I seem to be developing some form of obsessive-compulsive thing about doing the laundry.
I have long meaningless conversations with the bloke in the shop, as picking up the newspaper is the highlight of my day.
I go on and on about trivial things to my Long Term Life Partner (LTLP) when she gets home.
I suspect I am becoming increasingly tight-fisted.
I am increasingly intolerant about crap popular culture.
Slowly, but inexorably, I am turning into an old git. This must be what it’s like to be retired. This must be why old people write to local papers. It wasn’t meant to be like this.
Picked up the paper this morning, and some milk.