I have had a pretty good life.
I have worked hard and played hard. I have done great things and I have done bad things. I have no regrets.
From the day I left college up until a couple of years ago I worked. The jobs I did were sometimes dangerous, often uncomfortable and frequently I hated them, but I did them as I had responsibilities and I believe in paying my way. In all those years, I never once took any handouts from the state.
For all those years, I had the expectation that a day would come when I wouldn’t have to work any more. The day would come when my time was my own and I could do exactly as I please.
That day has come. I now have no responsibilities to anyone apart from myself and Herself. My time is now my own to do with as I please. That is my reward for forty odd years of hard graft and paying a hefty chunk of my salary into a pension scheme.
I am in my sixties and thus have sixty years of experience behind me. I am reasonably mature and reasonably intelligent so by now I know what I like, what I dislike, what’s good for me and what’s bad for me. If I want to do something that’s bad for me then that is my choice. I know the consequences and am prepared to take them.
So why the fuck can’t people leave me alone?
Who are these fuckers who think they know what’s good for me? Why do they think they have the right to nag me about my choice on how to live my life? They nag me about my choice of food. They nag me about my choice of drink. They vilify me and stigmatise me because I choose to smoke. The complain because I don’t get enough exercise. Nag, nag, nag, fucking nag.
If I want to spend the rest of my days growing fat on the couch watching daytime television and drinking gallons of beer it is none of their fucking business. If I choose to smoke a hundred fags a day that is my fucking business. If I choose to eat nothing but greasy bags of chips covered with a canister of salt and washed down with the strongest coffee that is my fucking choice. What I chose to do and how I chose to do it is my right that I have earned.
So, to all of you who think you know better as to how I should be living my life …
Just rev up and fuck off.