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I am who I am. I have to do this with this body and this spirit. This is all I have. I can not trade anymore. This is apparently exactly as I should be; without me, as I am at the moment, the creation was not complete. I keep blaming myself for things I can not (yet) do. I do not have to be perfect. I do not have to be able to do what I can not do. Perfection is stagnation and stagnation is dead. I live so I make mistakes. I can also make mistakes. I learn from mistakes. In fact, I am perfectly correct because I make the mistakes I make! This is how I keep the evolution going.
I get exactly what I need. Everything helps me to fulfill my mission on earth - including the setbacks and the disease, the enemies and quarrels, the lost loves and the broken hearts. If I do not see that now, I will be able to see it later. I realize at every difficult moment that everything could have been much worse. I only need to be completely honest with myself. Sometimes I have to deal selectively with the truth. Total honesty towards other people is not always loving, on the contrary. And sometimes I have to protect myself, that is the way it is in this world. If I do not lie to myself; if I know what I do and why.I can never please the whole world. What one finds good, the other finds useless. There will always be someone who criticizes me; there will always be someone who admires me. I just have to do what I feel I have to do. I keep my attention in the now. Old cows hear in the ditch. Everything happened because it had to happen, there is no point in worrying about it. Faint fantasies about the future also waste energy. NOW is by far the most fascinating, interesting moment of my life, because only NOW really happens, in flesh and blood, what happens! Use my memory and dig up useful memories, but I will not whine.

Sit at home, let loneliness and depression creep in ever so slowly, or get out and be a part of the environment...even if that environment is deemed as not so good?

...like a bar
...like a casino
...like a dance establishment
...like a party


I feel if you don't let those places become you....they can fill in any available gaps one has in their life in the meanwhile.

Of course, given if you are a single person.

Otherwise do what? Go to a movie by yourself? Go to a restaurant by yourself? Go to a cooking class that does not exist in your area by yourself? Go hiking by yourself? Go traveling by yourself?

Don't get me wrong, I do spend time doing things with my family, but sometimes those things don't bring you in the most social situations.

Any ideas?

you only Live one time

I woke up depressed in the morning because it was my birthday and I thought:
Another year older.
After I had washed and shaved I went to breakfast with the thought
that my wife would congratulate me with a big kiss.
At the table my wife sat reading the newspaper as usual and did not say a word.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and thought to myself:
She is probably forgotten, but the children come and they sing together
'Happy Birthday' and come with a nice gift.
Enjoying the coffee I waited for the children.
Eventually the children came: Nothing too!
When I arrived at the office my secretary greeted me with a smile,
congratulated me on my birthday, gave me a kiss and got a cup of coffee.
I started to feel a lot better.
Later in the morning my secretary came to my office and said: "
You are celebrating your birthday today, shall we have lunch together?With the thought that I would start to feel even better I said: That's a good idea,
why do not we go to a nice tent outside the city instead of the usual McDonalds.
On my way back to the office my secretary said it was not busy at the office today
and she suggested that I go to her apartment to have a drink.
That sounded good, I thought, and my mood started to brighten up.
After a few drinks she said to me:
Excuse me, I want to put on something easy,
I'll be right back. Wow, I thought, and not only my mood was upheld.
After a few minutes her bedroom opened,
she came in with a big birthday cake
and in her wake followed my wife and children and a lot of friends and family. and I .................
I ........................
eeehhhh i .... ..............
I was still on the couch with only my socks on.

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business that I ran with 1,800 employees, all without a mobile phone that plays music, takes videos and photos and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed under pressure for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven children, their husbands,
13 grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren could communicate with me in the modern way. I found out that with just something as simple as Twitter I
could use space with just 140 characters.

That was before one of my grandchildren saddled me for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and everything that sent a message to my mobile phone and any other program within the text World. My phone squeaked every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not willing to live like that. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The children bought a GPS for my last birthday because they think I do not know the way to the grocery or library. I keep that in my toolbox with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone that I'm supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and found myself in the vicinity of H & M when I spoke to my wife and everyone within 50 meters looked at me. I had to take off my hearing aid to use it, and I spoke a little loudly.The GPS was nice on my dashboard, but the lady of the GPS, who spoke, was the most annoying person I had come across for a long time. Every 10 minutes she said sarcastically, recalculate. You would think that she might be nicer. It was as if she could hardly tolerate me. She left a deep sigh to tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. If I then turned right, yes, it was not a good relationship.

When I really do not know the way anymore, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and if she starts to develop in the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, I know at least that she loves meTo be completely candid, I still try to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have it for 4 years now but I have not figured out how to operate three phones at the same time while I have to search under chair cushions and in bathrooms and check the dirty laundry baskets when the telephone rings.

The world is too complex for me. They even make me crazy when I go to the grocery store. You would think they could arrange something yourself but this sudden Paper or Plastic? whenever I have done my shopping. I bought a few of these cloth bags to avoid these kinds of questions, but I always forget to take them with me.

Now I throw it back to them. When they ask me, Paper or Plastic? I just say, it does not matter. I am bi-bagged. Then it is up to them to stare at me. I was recently asked if I tweeted. I answered, no, but I leave a lot of farts.

PS I know that not all of you are over 50, but it is meant for those who are.

We seniors no longer need gadgets. The remote control of the TV and the garage is just about everything that we can deal with.

one of the reasons that I'm single is that I hate a lot of jobs. Visiting the Ikea is bad, but when I hear the word 'chores', I hit acute, start sweating and get rid of red spots everywhere. Sure, I also sometimes have a lot of fun, because you do not always end up there, but if I can outsource it I will not fail. Enough handy harries in the Netherlands who want to do black work and are much more convenient than me. I am able when I change a light that the electricity elsewhere in the neighborhood fails is also a gift, but will not be thanked during, for example, a major international. Because that gift possessed my ex, she invented the dumbest jobs during or just before such a match. But to hire an electrician for a lamp is heavily exaggerated so I did it very quickly because the match started like that. I stood there juggling on a much too shaky kitchen story that had long since already had to be replaced, and when turning the lamp on and off, I got a current pulse through my body. Since my eega held the stairs, the effect was even more beautiful, like a sidemanal guide it to her and she walked around for a week with a trendy haircut ......Painting was not even something I stood out in. Painting a bedroom, a small room with new laminate, a nice beech color and then quickly freshen up the walls. Woman was shopping, gave her my debit card so that she did not circumnavigate annoyingly around me like a hornet for a horse's fig. I entered the room with full courage and began to paint enthusiastically. I will probably never find out how those painters do that without sputtering, but I got a blob of paint in my eye and my reaction was to rub it out. Never do it with a brush in your hands .. Tears popped in my eyes and with fright I stepped back in the bucket with paint, slipped from two meters into a corner with a trail that I now understand why mom said that morning: do you put down plastic treasure ....Garden jobs are not really my thing, lawn mowing was still possible, but after that hedge the hedge, you often see those beautiful hedges, beautiful greenery, true artworks our hedge was so abstract art

So that is one of the reasons that I outsource jobs and since now I do not have a wife and I stay nice and with the money I save by never going to do a big job at the local pub.

Sure, as with beauticians, some men get it, mostly those a little light in the loafers. But I love the man cave as it is, fully functional. And tasteless. Ashamed to post pics even. No joke. Exercise contraptions, Guitars and amps, full suite of drums, music and stands, doggie toys, poorly hung art from travels, libraries, amateur radio station, Large flat TV and VHS/DVDs player, computer station, Plants and wild flowers in random bases, Girlie Calendars, 20 plastic blow up GF's, Houka sans 420, nice area rugs--- poorly located, Touring MC in various stages of repair/maintenance, Collections of peeping tom drones, I Ching texts/tarrow cards (sp), Board games strewn about, Pile of unread mail/journals adorning otherwise nice tables, and lots more. A woman's touch, a woman's touch. Touch anything---anywhere.

When you are going out in real life....

I stumbled on one by accident and the other one has been very well known for a long time but I do not think many men adhere to its wisdom.


Okay....the one that has been known for a while now. You should exfoliate your face at least once a week. It gives you a clean and shiny complexion that women love. They don't want to touch some grease ball. Well, most don't...I don't think. Not to mention, it does make you look about 5 years younger. If you are too shy or embarrassed to buy some at a store, you can buy it online. Clinique for Men has a great face scrub product.

Secondly, this one is by accident. My sister once worked at Clinique and she got me this cologne for Christmas. I have used it a little here and a little there. I have about 6 different expensive colognes and I change which ones I wear. But, just recently, I discovered this one is like magic. I have had several women compliment me on how I smell. The last compliment came from a woman who was married. I know her and her husband well. She went to reach out and give me a hug and then she whispered in my ear that I smelled good. Then, she latched on to me like a freaking barracuda or something. I was stunned. Her husband was standing right behind her and I could see how he looked confused and didn't know what to do. I had to tap her on the a** to get her off me.....that is the only place I had access to.

There was this other lady, when I was standing at the bar, she was weirdly bent over near me. Just bent over near me...for about 10 seconds. I finally had to look at her like she was a weirdo or something. She told me that she was just smelling me.

Like I said, I have several different scent choices, but this one in particular drives the women batty in the head. lol It is Bleu De Chanel Eau De Parfum. Do not buy the toilet water version of this one....I have that and it has nowhere near the effect that the parfum has.

Okay....just a quick blog before I splash some on and head out.

Notice what you really want:
There are 365 days a year available for work.
There are 52 weeks per year, of which you are already free two days a week, leaving
261 days available to work.
Because you leave the workplace every day for 16 hours, you have wasted 170 days, leaving
only 91 days to work.
You spend 30 minutes every day on coffee break that are added up 23 days a
year, leaving only 68 days available.
With a lunch break of one hour every day, you have also used 46 days so that
only 22 days remain, to work.
Normally you are sick at home two days a year. Then only 20
working days remain .
We are closed five public holidays a year, leaving only 15 available
working days.
We give you no fewer than 14 vacation days per year, leaving only 1 day

I am a man and that is a happiness
I do not hysterical even though I am busy
I do not waste my life with 'what do I have to do'
Can go without depression of the scale

I throw things away, do not have too much stuff
And if something breaks is then I make it very
Parking is easy; just at once
And we do the same, but I deserve more!

I am a man and I think logically after
I do not live on light drinks and three leaves lettuce
When I walk somewhere, I know the way back
I make an elephant in no time a mosquito

I am a man yes, that makes me pleasure
I do not get drunk with two glasses of beer
Public crying I never do that
Hey, I can catch it if someone throws something And I do not have to give birth, so do not hurt a little.
Is not it great to be a man?
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