Yeah, I fucking wish I was only 30.
Is there anything you wish you did when you were 30?
Buy bitcoin.
Dude, I knew so early about it, people were just giving them away. I thought it was a scam, still do but I could have been the beneficiary of the scam instead of just a passive observer.
same. i had a friend that was going to pay me 2 bitcoins to drive him 20 minutes to check out a car and then back if he didn’t buy it. i decided that i would just do it for free because we were friends and i didn’t want to figure out the wallet stuff. woops.
40
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50 I’m not going higher
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Looks at the state of the world.
You sure about that?
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Not if it’s not more fun than a 12ga slug. Not even meaning this in a depression way, I’ll keep working for and looking towards a better future. But when shit really hits the fan I’m not going to be starving to death in a ditch because of environmental collapse or becoming an actual slave to a facist regime. The way I see it, there’s worse things than a quick death.
ever see “comic book confidential”?
https://youtu.be/JmpKBl3YO_M?si=XCoenhzo_6HbBBDE
“if you are going down in flames, hit something big.”
lol 30. Hitting 41 and still don’t get it. But 42 will show me the meaning of life and everything.
Incorrect. I just hit 43, and there’s no meaning of life, the universe, or anything.
The cake is a lie.
Though I do get the joke, the meaning of life is what you make of it. If you expect it to reveal itself to you at one point, you’ll be disappointed.
The meaning of life is what you make of it, if you are able. Pretty big caveat.
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My former doctor: “Ya. You probably have ADHD but you’re fine. You’ve learned to cope with it.”
Me: Drinking half a bottle of Jim Beam every night to “cope”.
Side note: nice seeing you around again Stamets. The meme quality was suffering in your absence.
Heard that before. “Learned to cope” does not mean “Is coping healthily” you asshats.
And thanks buddy <3
Narrator: they were not fine
Years of relating to ADHD people and memes, sure I had it and “planning” to get around to it, and I finally actually went to see a doctor.
The best part is being 53 and still totally believing it every single day. I’m going to absolutely crush tomorrow!!!
I’m gonna do my meditation via the monroe institute tapes… starting… uhhh… in five minutes
Haha. High five (10 times and then high three). 1971 babies unite! (…tomorrow).
I got a referral to get screened, but they never submitted the referral. I followed up about 8 months later at my annual physical, because that’s kind of how this works. My doc asked if I went, I said I never got a call from them, and she said I should have called sooner and not wait so long, which is mildly infuriating given the nature of the condition I think I have. After my apt, they sent off a referral and told me I could expect a call within a few days. It never came, so I messaged my physicians office a couple of weeks later and they gave me the number of the center to call and follow up on the referral, which is now months later and not done. I know I just have to make a call, but it feels damn near like the hardest thing I need to do. I’m also heavily considering changing physicians. The first slip up is infuriating, but whatever, it’s easier to stay than switch doctors. However, the response I received telling me to follow up on the referral that the doctor’s office submitted feels like someone who didn’t want to deal with me.
Anyway… 35 here and it gets worse each year, so I really do need to follow up and at least see if it’s something I can get meds for, or if I’m just screwed up and need to just “cope” until I die. The alcohol consumption will probably ensure that I’m not old and decrepit, so I’ve got that going for me.
I mean, that’s really shit. I got the GP screening October '22, referral hit the mental health team November '22, I called February '23 to see where I was on the list and how long I could expect to wait. Was told I was around 750 in line, and to expect a wait of 7.5-8 years. I called November '23, I was around 735 and definitely 8 years at least, but there’s a streamline coming for the past 6 years that could make it a few months wait tops. Called November '24…730. I was only remembering to call after the first time because they’d send a letter around when they enrolled me to the wait list every year and ask if my brain had got better on it’s own, or I had managed to afford private treatment and if they could take me off the list.
50
Erm, embarrassingly older.
Nah, I think this is a no embarrassment zone. Get cozy.
Me too. Son’s dyslexic and I’m noticing a lot of ADHD traits in him. And it all reminds me a lot of how I was and it just explains a lot of the things in my life. Just got to get around to finding a therapist for him and me…
Is 50 too late?
*40
Shit
Mid-40s like most everyone else here apparently
I work a job where I deal with a lot of deadlines. I’ve never missed one, but my priority schedule works on a FAFO basis. We FA until it comes to being almost time to FO, and we really don’t want to FO.
So then I tear ass through my tasks until I’ve done two weeks worth of work in an afternoon lol
Just keep forcing every task through your adrenal glands, I’m sure that’s a useful long term strategy
… he says as he does the exact same thing
That’s how I pack for trips. My wife thinks lists are the way to go. I keep telling her if she just waits until the last minute I’ll do it all myself in record time. Probably get everything, too.
yep, but ADHD is not a disability. Right? Everyone is sometimes unorganized or slacks around for a day…
/s just to be extra sure.
✨✨ It’s a super power! ✨✨
<sound of loading shotgun>
There’s a part I need to install in my car. The box has been sitting right next to the front door for two weeks…I’ll knock it out over the weekend I promise
(Narrator: He will in fact most likely watch hockey and drink beer on the couch)
This feels personal because I’m literally in the exact situation. Lmao
Me too, except I think it’s been about a year now and the box slid off the back of my desk.
