Humor|Life

After 50, You Just Stop Caring

It gets even worse, or better, after 60

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I was watching this comedian on Dry Bar Comedy about being 50 and no longer caring about almost everything ever. She was hysterical and worth watching. I’ll drop the link to that down below.

no no no no no no…don’t watch it now…this first

I could easily relate to just about everything she talked about. After 50, you just stop caring. Period.

I’m not sure if it’s a midlife crisis or menopause or what the hell you want to call it, but I basically don’t give a shit about too much of anything these days.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I care AN AWFUL LOT about the super important things like:

• my kid/my family/my friends
• dogs
• kindness
• being kind to animals
• being kind to other humans
• being kind to the planet
• puppies
• my hair

You get the idea. I’m all about being kind. Did I make that clear enough? You see, in the end, only kindness matters. And love. Lots of love.

I’m still alive??