Mid Life Pie

 57.

 I'm 57 fucking years old now. Can I still do this? Should I still do this? Is anyone even reading this? I don't know anymore. And frankly I don't care. I've been writing crap on here randomly for over 20 years. It started as a mid-life crisis kind of thing, but now I'm getting old and I just don't give a shit anymore.

 I'm Gen X, which means I really don't give a crap anymore. I'm just gonna go to work, go to the pub and see my friends, I'm gonna watch some TV and go to bed by 9. Go ahead, judge me. Go ahead, I don't really care.

 At some point I'll not have to do the go to work thing anymore, but the pub, that's a constant. That's where all my old retired friends are, and the daily sign in book. Which, by the way, I never fucking win. I need to bribe Mel a little more. Maybe she'll cook it one day.

The pub is my happy place. Where my weird friends live. My friend bought it last year, and is trying hard to make it prosperous, that's a fight these days. Times are not good to us all, but we persevere, we push forward. We fight. That's what Canadians do. When we are done fighting, we go back to the pub, which we are fighting for, kind of a Canadian roundabout. Either way, we help our friends and our families. 

 57.

Fuck. I didn't think I'd be this old and just working and going to the pub. I thought I'd be rich and living on a Caribbean island somewhere. But nope, I'm still working like a dog and trying to survive like most other people. Like my kids, like my friends, we just survive, and then we go see Mel, and we wax poetic about what could have been, and what might be. Everyone needs a therapist. And therapists are better when they have a bottle of scotch nearby.

But I persevere. I survive. I live. And I occasionally blog. I write to who reads blogs anymore, nobody. Like, really who reads this stuff anymore? I've been doing this for two fucking decades and my readership is minimal. Admittedly, I don't write much, but still, who reads this random shit?

Anyway, life is still worth living, Trump invaded Venezuela, Iran is about to fall, Greenland is in peril, Ukraine is still being attacked, the world is burning. So let's live for our family and friends. Let's live for ourselves. Let's live for those who can't defend themselves. 

This wasn't the best post, but I don't care. It's my space. My rules.  And I'm old now. So the mid-life rules change. Love you all. Peace and happiness, go have a pint at your pub.

Cheers.