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The Older I Get

The older I get the far less tolerance I find I have for many things in this world. Actually, that's not quite true. Things are okay. Things don't bother me. People bother me. People with attitudes bother me. People who can't drive bother me. People who are rude bother me. Narcissistic people bother me most … Continue reading The Older I Get