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Damn, i fucked it up somewhere, then.
Early 40s here. I never understood my generation’s obsession with “growing up”, I remember as a teenager, a lot of my highschool classmates would pretend to be older than they actually were and dismissed some hobbies and activities as “for kids”.
When I was in university, there’s was this massive start of the year party for all students, as a first year student of course I attended and had the time of my life. Next year came by and asked some classmates to go with me and I got a response that I still remember to this day “you’re almost 20, aren’t you a bit old to be attending college parties?” like dude read the room, we’re college students, the party was organised for us.
Now that we’re here, all grown up and middle age, what do we do now? I know I’ll be having fun tonight
When does the fun start?
One of the best things I ever did for myself was find a job I liked doing.
Until I was in my 30s I just thought that I hated working. When I found a good job I could get up on a rainy Monday and not hate myself.
As someone with a 5 month old, who has been laid off and unemployed for 6 months, I just want money. Rather, I need money. Soon bills will go unpaid so we can eat….
Point being, I’m going to hate any job I get because I’m just going to look forward to going home and being with family. This time with them, while super fucking stressful, has been amazing and I don’t want it to stop.
If you are in the US, start applying for civil service jobs.
You won’t get hired right away, but they are worth the wait. Good health care benefits, good unions, and steady work.
Also, this book really helped me.
“Discover What You Are Best At” by Linda Gail.
Pointed me at the job I loved. Never even considered it, and it turned out to be the perfect fit. Your local library probably has a copy.
Canadian. Thanks tho.
Honestly, I’d love to help people or animals with my time. I’ve looked at jobs that would let me do this, we’d have to sell the house and I’d still not be spending that time with family…. If I’m going to be unhappy about a job, I should just stay in tech so I can potentially work from home and afford the lifestyle we currently have.
Imo, the 2 things that keep people unhappy in their jobs are
1) Not aggressively pursuing jobs that could be marginally better than their current job.
2) Not believing that their dream job could exist, or that they would ever be good enough for it, and settling for something that is “good enough”.
Also, my Mustaschian side is cringing at the combo of high paying tech job + soon can’t pay the bills + afford our lifestyle. My response to that would be: rein in lifestyle, get any job that pays any money, and keep the bills paid. Then work back up to the high paying job, but keep lifestyle reined in, and build up a healthy cash reserve. Then, using the economic buffer you’ve built in, aggressively pursue a job that pays you even more money, but also gives you flexibility, time with family, and lets you play with puppies.
Life is for having fun, it doesn’t mean it awards you fun for lying in bed for 16 hours straight. You have the opportunity to go and make your own fun.
You make it fun. And the fun don’t stop.
… Unless you burn out. Burn out is no fun. [<- To be clear, that is “no fun”, not merely “not fun”. Burnout blocks all fun. Which, recursively, is, no fun.]
My son’s bus driver named Mohammed McGillicuddy always talks about all the fun he had in his 20s and 30s trapping small elephants in his yard and tagging them like common train cars. He moved to the city in his 40s and he’s still having a blast but now his thing is growing Kentucky onions for his daughters wedding in 6 years.
I always jump up in excitement when I lay eyes upon a comment of yours. Just can’t wait to hear what fun and exciting story you are about to share.
Thank you for your service, keeping lemmy unscrapeable since 2025. o7
Wait until you hear the story of the woman with the monsoon poon. She’ll chew your knob right off.
True, but the “way” you have fun can change.
Except for video games. That shit is gonna be eternal for my ass.
I’m still chasing the high of those high school LAN parties in the computer lab.
Need some video games that do not atrophy your ass to eternity.
“I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.”
-Kurt Vonnegut
Welcome to Fun, 47. I leave you to prepare.
Sounds like something written by somebody that’s never had a colonoscopy.
Tell that to my ex. She seems to think it’s her mission to make my life miserable
Maybe that’s her way of having fun.
Oops. Sorry. I’ve been doing 30s and 40s wrong!
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That’s when I had lower back pain.
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No lower back pain these days much ever at all.
It’s all upper back pain and shin pain these days.
Upper back pain’s for pussies.
You want back pain, lower’s where the strong stuff is. Carrying more weight on it.
Shin pain, sharp and brutal, but at least it’s not hip pain.
Best I’ve had though, detatched muscle on the side of my torso. Every breath in, every breath out, like a breadknife being pushed in to, and pulled out of, my side. For months/years. That was my 20s. Still flares up every once in a while.
If only what-ails-us were as simple as to go by age. Then I’d have been spared winning a comorbidity jackpot of over a dozen autoimmune conditions and more.
Ones existence being what it is, is the existence one knows, and so it’s the norm, even if it seems to suck to others… No, but yeah, it does suck. Sucks being in this, one of the biggest minorities, the only one anyone can join at any time, like it or not, and probably not, … Sucks having people stop you in the street asking if you’re alright when you’re just hobbling along like your normal but they think you’ve just been stabbed. Sucks having stories of one ailment accidentally bring people to tears, and then think best not tell of the ten worse ailments.
No matter what condition you’re in, live life to the full. It’s too easy to squander the sunshine. Seize the moment. Find exuberant joy in everything you do, and do everything joyous, joyously.
Promise me…
*cough cough*
Promise me you’ll do this, no matter age nor ails, build no fodder for regretting having not done, by simply doing. Living. Appreciate that you can. Grant me this dying wish. Promise me you’ll live. Live. Live!
I mean… It’s not that bad. I’m not dying, soon, afaik. But still, like the OP says, live these decades correctly. Have fun.
(Like I did, writing this… Oh look, I am doing 40s correctly after all! Yay!)
Now that I’m in my fifties I feel like a bag of shit, but I had fun getting there.