Ok, I know your supposed to gain tolerance as you grow older. But, I know for an absolute, 360 degree, fire and ice, I want a puppy dog, the earth is round, the president gets perks, my computer hates me, once is never enough, jump up and down, FACT that my tolerance, to just about everything, has gone down.
I just can't hack it anymore. A strong wind blows me over. I pee more than I drink. The sirens are getting to me. Even when they aren't there. I spend money I don't have. A cup of coffe bowls me over. The rain is sad and the sun is hot. I'm grasping at straws. I have trouble carrying a conversation. My pecs look like they could bench a truck, but they are likely to bench less than a C note. I get excited by my bodily functions. School bells and church bells sound inviting. My trick body parts keep me going. There's more planes, trains, and automobiles every day. Noises are louder than they have ever been.
Every chair is a throne.
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