Wednesday, February 17, 2010


I used to think the word tolerance only meant that you had to do more drugs. In my age of infinite wisdom I have come to truly understand tolerance. Age has its way of mellowing out even the fastest of the fast life. Is it our body defining limits that it does not know? Maybe its our brains computing those limits that we do not feel. I am a relative young man. This means that I have a cousin younger than me. No, in terms of age, I am fifty. In my mind I feel no difference than, say, forty. I do, however, feel the difference physiologically. Assigning a number is a better way to go when it relates to age. It is raw, yet simple. Time will cover far more years than one number. I will give you an example. "Do you remember the time I crashed my car?" versus "Do you remember when I was sixteen and I crashed my car?" Huge difference. Many or one. Time is more complex than a specified date. You will hear more statements relative to a specific era from me than time, alone. It is simpler and less convoluted. My six pounds of grey matter does not process information like it used to and my chiseled beer gut on my 196lb. frame is not the efficient body of my youth. I have learned to tolerate myself. later, theblogmeister

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