Random Thought Thread

When you hit 50 and during your 50s, you think that you've lived a life (half a century after all) and that you know a lot. News flash: you really don't and often talk outta your arse because you think that you know it all. Settle down son because you still don't!
I thought I'd pretty much know it all by 24. I picked that as a youngster, probably because that was the age of a couple of uncles I revered.

49 years later...I don't know what I don't know.

(And the scary part is, I know a lot more than a lot of others who can vote and procreate. LOL. Scary.)
 
It's a terrifying thought isn't it
Anyway, the funny thing is that I can still ironically tease and joke about the age of those who are 50.


I think I'll keep doing that until I turn 50 myself.


A couple of days ago I turned 25. I thought that with age I'd have to become more serious and responsible, but after reading your story with the steel plate and the road, I realized there's a lot of fun still ahead of me! :cool:
 
I know a lot of old farts who know jack shit. But because they are old think they do.
Saying that, I respect people older than me , they earned that respect , but then idiots are idiots no matter there age.
So I’m confused which would explain my general state no matter the year.
I’m a little past 50 btw
 
I know a lot of old farts who know jack shit. But because they are old think they do.
Saying that, I respect people older than me , they earned that respect , but then idiots are idiots no matter there age.
So I’m confused which would explain my general state no matter the year.
I’m a little past 50 btw

Obviously, there are always exceptions to the rule. Many of humanities greatest achievements and innovations came to fruition by people barely in their 20s! When younger, the mind is (supposedly) much sharper and much more lucid and in combination with penchant for risk taking, the kind of progress which proves to be for the better is created by the younger generation.

My point was really about wisdom and application of knowledge gained to situational issues. Yes, there are many many older people who are an absolute waste of space! I think that being knowledgeable and person with generally higher IQ helps but only if that person also stands in a good emotional space which some refer to EQ. Consumption of alcohol and use of drugs do not help the aging savants ones in their emotional stability.
 

I remember getting a note from my doctor after the blood work and he used an exclamation point and I've never really seen him using exclamation point before

He was pretty adamant I needed to start statins. I didn't want to start statins.

I had a choice between carbs or beer

I really don't even miss the carbs

50 years old. I drink too much, I eat (quality) red meat all the time, arteries are perfectly clear, calcium score of zero.
Not to argue a point as I have no dog in the fight, but beer increases trigs.
 
When you hit 50 and during your 50s, you think that you've lived a life (half a century after all) and that you know a lot. News flash: you really don't and often talk outta your arse because you think that you know it all. Settle down son because you still don't!



Don’t tell me what I don’t know, Mat.


Because I don’t know shit.
 
I'm in a program with them now. I am not a fan, but too late now.
I have mixed feelings. There are a lot of things that I liked about it - it's cheap, self-paced, and there was a serious effort to limit fluff or at least make it optional. I did it in three terms split across three calendar years because my employer is reimbursing me, and splitting it this way keeps me under the taxable threshold.

My mentor is bad, though, my suspicion is that he is working some other job full time and is "mentoring" his students via template emails sent by MailChimp.
 
I have mixed feelings. There are a lot of things that I liked about it - it's cheap, self-paced, and there was a serious effort to limit fluff or at least make it optional. I did it in three terms split across three calendar years because my employer is reimbursing me, and splitting it this way keeps me under the taxable threshold.

My mentor is bad, though, my suspicion is that he is working some other job full time and is "mentoring" his students via template emails sent by MailChimp.
Most of the mentors are that way. I don't like how disorganized the program is. It sends like the study materials were updated, but the reviews weren't. Bits of crucial info scattered between several obscure resources.
 
It's a malaphor.

It's a mix of "one man's trash is another man's treasure" and "you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink".

It's funny. And also fucked up and wrong.

Like applying toilet paper to a person



When I was a kid I worked at car stereo shop. I used to eat my lunch while sitting in the sun at the garage bay door. There was an installer named Big Perm that was roughly 270 pounds and perhaps 16% body fat. Dude’s pecs were as big as manhole covers. We were constantly playing practical jokes on each other.

One day, as I sat in a sunbeam, enjoying my sandwich, he snuck up behind me and just as I had taken a bite wrapped a solid six wraps of electrical tape around my head, and in my mouth. Never saw it coming.


It really sucked to pull all that tape off my face and hair.

I still admire how effortlessly he had managed to whip that roll around me. Even if it sucked, you have to appreciate the skill.
 
Most of the mentors are that way. I don't like how disorganized the program is. It sends like the study materials were updated, but the reviews weren't. Bits of crucial info scattered between several obscure resources.
I had two coworkers do the same program before me, and the first one has some sweetheart of a mentor who was sending her study guides that previous students had found helpful and stuff.

Meanwhile my guy is like "Congratulations on your course progress! I see you're ahead of schedule this term, are you thinking of doing an extra class?"

And I'm like... "WHY WOULD I DO AN EXTRA CLASS AFTER MY CAPSTONE, CARL."
 
When I was a kid I worked at car stereo shop. I used to eat my lunch while sitting in the sun at the garage bay door. There was an installer named Big Perm that was roughly 270 pounds and perhaps 16% body fat. Dude’s pecs were as big as manhole covers. We were constantly playing practical jokes on each other.

One day, as I sat in a sunbeam, enjoying my sandwich, he snuck up behind me and just as I had taken a bite wrapped a solid six wraps of electrical tape around my head, and in my mouth. Never saw it coming.


It really sucked to pull all that tape off my face and hair.

I still admire how effortlessly he had managed to whip that roll around me. Even if it sucked, you have to appreciate the skill.
All you'd have to do is shoot him in the back with a thumbtack. He'd never be able to get it out. 😆
 
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When I was a kid I worked at car stereo shop. I used to eat my lunch while sitting in the sun at the garage bay door. There was an installer named Big Perm that was roughly 270 pounds and perhaps 16% body fat. Dude’s pecs were as big as manhole covers. We were constantly playing practical jokes on each other.

One day, as I sat in a sunbeam, enjoying my sandwich, he snuck up behind me and just as I had taken a bite wrapped a solid six wraps of electrical tape around my head, and in my mouth. Never saw it coming.


It really sucked to pull all that tape off my face and hair.

I still admire how effortlessly he had managed to whip that roll around me. Even if it sucked, you have to appreciate the skill.

When I was about 20 years old I once had a guy in the pick me up by my ankles and hang me upside down

(I was an insufferable know it all back then too)

God I was pissed

It must have been so funny to everyone else because, looking back on it I can't help but laugh
 
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