Somewhere along the line,I started shaving my Grandfather's face..
I've already moved on from the whole midlife crisis deal.You know,..Driving around in my 240-z,and surrounding myself with women 15 years my junior.Damm,I miss that...Still,I knew it was a phase even at the time,so I rode it out for all it was worth.
Now,I think I'm becoming fully initiated in the rockin' world of male menopause.
I find that I get moody and short tempered at the slightest provocation,thinking the whole time that there's no reason to feel that way,but not really giving a particular damn.
And why am I always cold?..Crap...I never used to get chills at room temperature.I'm growing way too attached to my Wal-Mart space heater if you ask me..
Is it normal to fore go going out to shoot some stick with a couple of buds in order to be in bed by 10 pm.....on Saturday night?...I don't think so.
It's probably just that it's winter time,and things just naturally tend to slow down in a hibernation,conserve the energy for the rites of Spring kinda thing.
Come March,I'll be motivated and energetic,and chompin' at the bit for a little excitement.The sun will shine high,and my days and nights will be filled with enthusiasm!
Birds will sing and all them hunny's,with all them legs,will be there for the picking..and I'll be ready for 'em.
I'll just need a few extra minutes each week,to trim the hair from my ears.
Labels: male menopause