Nonsense

no. i cannot hear a whisper from 15 feet away.

can you believe that’s a fucking requirement? as if we don’t have technology shoved so far up our arses that shitting wouldn’t simply unleash a hearing aid.

course there’s the age requirement too.

“it’s never too late to start over…”

is a crockpot full of hot and rotting horse teeth.

it can be late too start over. it’s not like i’m gonna try out for the goddamn olympic gymnastics team anytime soon.

i’m not gonna have any more kids, start another three businesses or get married again.

empty-nesting is having a foreplay foray all along my frontal lobes. working with young people makes me want to stab myself in the invisible balls i wish i could call on to tell them off and marriage seems like a one way ticket to getting fucked in more ways than one just before end of life.

yeah. that’s how i feel. done. like i’m deaf, dumb and fucking done.