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I was in a meeting and a supplier sales guy was rambling on. He was your typical basic bullshit artist 40 something red in the face, tried to have some bants and stank the whole room out with his aftershave that didn’t so much mask his hairy man-arse stench as present it. This gave me a synesthesia episode where now if I hear a nickelback song I am reminded of being in that room.
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I don’t know what happens
I genuinely think you need to strike a balance between meeting your responsibilities while not forgetting what it’s like to be young.I think we have all watched those people who were free spirits as kids turn into basic fuckers in middle age.
Maybe they pulled their socks Too far up
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Ok this isn’t self loathing. I am a middle aged man and I fucking hate middle aged men. Always have. I hate The gammon, the fucking stupid wizened fuckers with Paul Weller hair, the pink faced cunts with heads like thumbs, the dreary entitlement, the “man cave”, the Did you see Joolz Holland? The £5k cervelo, the rotting stink that no amount of aftershave will cover, rugby shirts, the entitlement, the know it all, the crushing weight of a million defeats. The confidence in your argument when you are wrong wrong wrong...I love being a middle aged man though
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Rikki