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After all these years I’m Still A Mess

This is my sulking day. Yea, this happens from time to time. When it does I usually just keep to myself and wait for the dark clouds to pass. But today I’ll tell those who are willing to listen

I’m so disappointed with my maturity level. You would think after 6+ decades I’d be much further along. But Still a MessI’m still a mess

I’m far to irritable. At times I’m as thinned-skinned as a spoiled child. When I was a younger man I talked a good game of breaking the cycle but it never happened – dysfunction still reins

Have I changed at all? Today I would tell you no, not too much

I react the same way I did a quarter of a century ago. Age hasn’t exactly refined my appetites. Other feelings –some good, some bad– come and go, seemingly at their own whim. I sometimes plummet into a loneliness that swallows every trace of joy and weakens any desire I have to be around people and things

I desire to be accepted as I am, to hear someone say something good about me and something good about what I do. Feeling unwanted and unwantable is painful. This self-loathing feels like a poison apple. This poisonous feeling distorts my thinking. It drains me and shuts me up in the perverse joys of sulking

People who know me would say that I am painting an unfairly harsh picture of myself. And, happily, I agree. All that I said above is true, but I’m not telling the whole story. I think I’m a generous person. Often thoughtful, sometimes sacrificially kind. I’m committed to my family. I’m serious about my faith. I am neither dishonest with my tax forms nor immoral in motel rooms

But honest scrutiny of my life still reveals much lacking. I long to be what I’m not, to feel what I rarely feel, to love as I have never loved

But one thing is clear to me. I have a beautiful wife who loves me –even in my funk

Baby Boomers; the Good Life and it’s Excesses — by fred peatross

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America has some serious long-term fiscal problems. Problems that were mostly created by my generation. It certainly doesn’t make me feel good to step outside of my life circle and attempt to see what my generation has created for the next generation

We boomers are healthy and living way past average life expectancy

We’ve got a defined benefit pension plan from a large company or the government that was created years ago when people didn’t understand how horribly things can be when these plans can go wrong (trouble meeting liabilities, yada, yada), but heck, we don’t care as long as we get our check. And then there’s that social security check. We once hated the government. We smoked pot and protested against Vietnam and President Nixon. That was a long, long time ago

Life has been good for me. I’m a baby boomer. And so are you if you were born between 1946 and the early 1960’s

  • We had Woodstock and the Stones in the ’60s, discos and coke in the ’70s
  • Wall Street in the ’80s
  • Bill Clinton in the ’90s
  • And now we give you two of our oldest boomers–Hillary and The Donald. Enjoy
We’re A Narcissistic Bunch

And now many of us are retired living in Arizona and Florida on the backs of our stressed-out kids whose own children stay at home with them into their 20s because they have no jobs. Tom Brokaw once wrote a book about the greatest generation, those brave people who survived the depression and fought in World War II. Unfortunately that great generation spawned a generation of narcissists: the baby boomers

Boomers don’t like to talk about fiscal responsibility or living within their means. We like our credit cards and government secured mortgages on overvalued properties. We enjoy the malls we built and the cars and our big-ass homes. Heck as long as someone’s willing to lend us the money to buy this stuff we don’t seem to care much about how it will be paid off. We still represent an enormous voting block and we have no intention of have our lifestyle threatened. This is the real reason Washington can’t create a long-term deficit reduction plan. We boomers love our safety nets

One of the major reasons our national debt is so high is because 40% of our government’s spending goes to some type of insurance: social insurance, retirement, health benefits, Medicare, Medicaid, etc. These systems are bankrupt. But they’re needed to pay for us boomers’ healthcare and pension plans. People that were born after 1965 are working hard to make sure that the boomer generation gets their retirement and disability paid for by the government. But it’s still not enough. So our government has to borrow and print money. And our debts balloon. Who will pay these debts? Ah, who cares says the boomers. Not my problem

The Good News

The good news is that we’re quickly getting older. Thousands of boomers are retiring every day. The generation behind us would probably like to ship us all off to an island. From my perspective, I’m glad they can’t. But I’m hoping that the next generation of leaders will not make the same mistakes we did. Maybe they’ll fix the problems we boomers created

So hold on. Be patient. You’ll soon be able to bid farewell to my generation; they call us the baby boomers

Aging with Hillary Clinton and The Donald

I’m in the same age bracket as Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. Mrs Clinton’s bobbling collapse reminds me again that I’m at the age where stuff can happen. I often push that thought off to the side because I’m in good health and in good shape. And unlike Trump & Clinton I don’t carry a lot of extra weight (that can make a difference)

hillary_donald_caricaturesI can tell that my energy level is less than what it use to be. I never felt the difference in my work years. But I can now

I worked for over 3 decades and I have no desire to return to the work force. None. Zero. I have been asked more than once if I would want to do volunteer work but I turn that down every time because I don’t want to be chained to a start time and quit time. Which brings me to a question

With health issues at 68 years old and a campaign that is physically exhausting, no matter one’s age, why would Hillary Clinton want to pursue the rigors of a job that could jeopardize her health even further? Is she so desperate for control and power that she cannot give up the pursuit? What makes her push her body when she could step away from public life and live her final years with family, in peace,comfort and prosperity?

Maybe Hillary Clinton is analogous to a meth head. The difference being in her elixir of choice — power

I hear power can make you drunk