Sigh…

I was always that blasé. But then, I was also described as a grumpy old man when I was 19.
I met my future wife young. I think she liked me in part because I was certain that I didn't need to change to fit in - I just needed to find the right people with whom I could fit in.

Absolutely this.
Taking just 30 minutes a day will help you feel better and increase productivity.

You'r right. I avoided gluten for a couple of months recently. I'd been on antibitoics and my gut had suffered as a result. Now I'm back on occasional bread.

and consider useful economic life.

My wife says "burgle-ry" for "burglary". It makes me chuckle.

Ooh I have a good one for this.

Just acting as Devil's advocate (not the shitty movie):
He upset you over FB messages. Maybe he's trying to apologise by the same medium?

I refer to my previous comments in may other articles: the man is a BLOODY NATIONAL TREASURE!!!

BLOOD!!!

Only when he's attempting a cockney accent.

Noel Coward, Arthur C. Clarke, Philip K. Dick, and Ludwig v. Beethoven

Exactly - different things grab different people. That book obviously grabbed a few people as it won a Pulitzer. It just didn't reel me in.

Creating chaos and then abandoning the world to its fate seems quite mean, so there's that.

I finally got around to removing all my DVDs from their cases and putting them into transparent sleeves this week.
Now my collection takes up a dozen shoebox-size storage boxes and I can find everything easier. I hate being disorganised.

I managed about 120 pages of "A Confederacy of Dunces" about a year ago. I keep telling myself that I'll get back to it. But I won't.
I need to get harder with my approach - my leisure time is short enough as it is.

Mrs p works longer hours than me, and earns far more too, so I tend to do the dishes and the cooking and cleaning and all that jazz already. It's not something she uses to influence my behaviour or that I do to win favour. It's so that we eat and get to live in a clean house.

"Drunk" just didn't seem to cut the mustard, because the rooms were spinning wildly for us both.

I'm so glad that I'm an old guy.
I see my 16-year-old niece's social media posts, and worry about her. I have spoken to her many times, but she's of the opinion that she's doing the same as "everyone else". That's a worry.

Who needs lube from a bottle for a handjob when tears are nature's best lube?