Summary
FORTY is the new 30 - apparently. People have been telling me this as if it were some kind of comfort. I'm constantly being urged to rage against the dying of the light, when actually I'd be quite happy to install a dimmer switch. But I see them everywhere. People my age - and older - who are clinging on to the last, sad remnants of their youth. Don't they realise how embarrassing it is?
When we were young, we would rather the ground had opened up and swallowed us than our parents had the briefest interaction with our friends. Now, parents expect - and are expected - to go shopping and clubbing with their kids. We can only be storing up psychological problems on a global scale. Forget training dentists - where are the psychiatrists of tomorrow?See the full content of this document
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Kayt Turner
I want to stop. If nothing else, the upkeep of this facade is far too much work. Aside from the standard pluc...
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