It is 40 years and 5 months now since I walked out of university with my degree wrapped proverbially under my arm, and the sense that I had achieved almost everything that I would ever want to do with my life.
Apart from getting regular sex, which I wasn't getting then, and has only really ever been available on a periodical basis since (even in marriage it has been sporadic, but I will not ditch my wife because she has a low sex drive) - nothing else really seemed important.
To have achieved everything that you ever wanted by the time you are 22? That sounds ridiculous? Nonetheless, true. The last 40 years and 5 months have been more about survival than owt else.
And getting older is a pain with absolutely nothing going for it. When you physically fit, strong, healthy and your sex drive is in really great shape - what could be better? Losing all that is painful, and while your brain remains fully engaged and in gear, that actually only leads to frustration, particularly as the world seems to be in an even worse mess than it was in 1971, and much of humanity seems to walking down the wrong proverbial road, listening to the tune of the wrong proverbial piper!
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