Rules
Sweet foods, my tolerance for sweet things decreases with age. Overall I feel more tolerant, like many more kinds of music, food, drink than I did when younger. But less and less sweet stuff.
Late nights and late meals. In stereotypical old person fashion, I prefer lunch or tea as a big meal and in bed asleep before midnight.
Good shoes - I am kind of sad about this but I just don't feel like putting on "real shoes" it's converse or jogging sneakers all the time.
Good shoes
it's converse or jogging sneakers all the time
Are running shoes not "good" shoes?
For the office, no. I had lovely loafers, high heeled pumps, good looking shoes. They didn't even allow sneakers until post-Covid, the dress code relaxed.
People, which is saying a lot confessing considering my misanthropy dates back to before puberty
Prices. I feel like my grandfather (WW2 vet) right now, complaining about prices.
I moved out and paid my own way in the 90s which has irrevocably impacted my opinion on pricing. And subscriptions.
This is interesting to me. I had relatives go through college in the late '60s and early '70s. They couldn't understand why I had to work so many hours to afford (and have time) to even attempt part-time college. That was the early '90s. I can not imagine having to deal with this shit now. Add in the future job prospects and the current political environment... Damn.
Edit: For anyone who doesn't feel like following the link, here's a bit from it:
It shows, year-by-year, how many hours it took at minimum wage to earn enough to pay a year's tuition at the University of Minnesota.
Up to 1980, it took well under 400 hours. Since then, as you can see, it has climbed to more than 1,600 hours.
This is the best response here, in my opinion. I wish I could show the younger generation how my grandparents lived (for better and for worse. Legal racial segregation was still in place). I feel like people would act differently if they knew what had been taken from them.
as someone who's 27 and never went to college because it simply didn't seem a smart investment anymore -- get a very expensive (and only getting more expensive) piece of paper that no longer guarantees you a decent job as of like the 2000s, no thanks -- I've largely just accepted I'm going to live and die poor in the new American Reich. Possibly lucky enough to end it myself eventually, possibly via being disappeared for being a dissident, depends on how far this all goes. Either way, the American dream is long dead, and my entire generation and younger is in various degrees of "fucked", from partly to completely to totally and utterly.
Meeting people. Reading books. Working. I'm not exactly improving with age...
My hairline.
Aside from the obvious, sweets.