“Working out” to me connotes a specific set of exercises/drills/poses/etc. Playing a sport, with the randomness of team dynamics, weather, etc. is far less rigid and therefore, not “working out.” Play vs. rigid exercise outlines. “I will do three sets of this” is not quite “I’ll go run around a field for 90 minutes.”
Not trying to be a dick, just clarifying my opinion.
Can’t say I’m sorry to be out of the dating game. Then again, I’m mostly been in committed relationships since I was about 15. I like to find a gal I like and stick with it. Most things are generally better. Plus, I was always scared of STIs and never liked games and BS. Something to be said for steady, regular sex with one hot woman.
Sandler stopped being funny in the early 90s. The guy is just a fucking asshole now and I feel sorry for anyone wasting time watching his bullshit. Fuck that guy.
Work out? No way. Find a sport or athletic hobby that you enjoy and do that. Playing pick up sports, walking your dogs, hiking, etc. Also, you don’t have to get fat. Rides bicycles, it’s a built in diet because hauling around a fat ass sucks, so you don’t allow yourself to get fat.
Cook for yourself. You’ll make your spouse/partner/housemates/family/yourself happy. Saves money, it’s fun to cook, and way way more healthy than buying food or dining out.
Also, keep all your doors open. I went to grad school because I just enjoyed the field, plus I played DI sports in college so definitely didn’t get my fill of the classroom. My specialty requires the willingness to relocate anywhere. Not an option for my wife. I’ve taken a job in a totally different field, working for an acquaintance. I never, ever thought I’d be doing this. But, I like it, I’m good at it…and I make more money working about half the hours in my grad school field. So…keep your options open.
Oh, and don’t ever think one event/choice/etc. is a make-or-break. Life goes on. If you work hard, don’t act like a dick, and get a little lucky, all will work out.
A house of undergrad frat dudes live across from me and I generally hate them. Noisy, have parties, and sometimes throw trash in my yard. I often marvel at their almost total lack of responsibilities. A few hours a day of class…and nothing else. Amazing.
Nice punch! I’m always amazed by how bad most pro athletes (aside from ice hockey players) are a throwing a punch. NBA fights are always comical, more like slap fights than fist fights.
His name is Jordan. Clue #1 he’s a dick. He golfs. Clue #2 he’s a dick. He dates a shitty girl like this who overuses the word literally. Clue #3 he’s a dick. These two assholes seem made for one another.
I haven’t been inside a gym in years. Find a sport or hobby that you enjoy and get your exercise while having fun. I ride a bike 7 times a week and play soccer twice. No gyms, no jogging, some light weights at my office when I need a break.
Exactly! Coffee is just a fucking crutch, for those who give in. If you drink a cup or two a day for pleasure, fine. Just don’t breath on me. But if you are one of the fuckers whiny “I just can’t function without my first cup…” you need to shut the fuck up.
Get up and go for a walk or a jog. That’ll wake ya up. Or walk to work or ride a bike. Problem solved. Oxygenated and awake.
Like I’ve always said, coffee is for pussies. Nobody likes getting up in the morning. Just fucking do it and quit being a big fucking baby. I fucking hate coffee, coffee culture, and most especially…coffee drinkers breathing on me with their just-like-a-pile-of-dogshit-in-your-mouth smell. Ugh.
And coffee breaks. Fuck that, can I get a beer break? A joint break? I don’t need uppers, I need less energy. I can handle booze and rec. drugs, but caffeine makes me feel ill and jittery. I prefer getting high on life and/or real drugs.
Just wait a few years. You’ll be old and you’ll have around 3 friends and they’ll all be too busy to ever do anything. I remember being just out of college and hearing this and I thought it sounded crazy, since I had a large group of active friends. Most college friends will fade away, and most growing-up friends.
And you want to hear about being sick of hosting? My wife rents our spare room via airbnb. I mostly hate sharing my house with someone else, but she likes it, 99% of our guests were university-associated grad students/professionals and very nice, and we make a pretty easy $10K a year on it.
Oh, and many of the guests were very sexy 20 and 30 year old women. So there is that upside…
It’s called Long Island, New York. Shitty little dump of a house…and there are 5-7 really damn nice cars parked out front. It’s nuts. Thank god my final grandparent died and I never again have to go past Manhattan.
Uhhh, she’s into meditation and yet throws away most of the day on the sofa, can’t shop for groceries, and is too lazy to make toast. Damn, she’s WELL on her way to being a monk!
She sounds pathetic. Who the hell wants a lazy woman on their hands? Not me.
Having made a living cooking and also have worked some as a server, I prefer cooking my own food. Cheaper and healthier. No interest in spending $10 on some meal I don’t want.
I eat every three hours, so don’t need any true meal during the day. If I do feel like bringing food in, I’ll pick kale in my garden and make brown rice, lentils, with a boiled egg on top. Easy, healthy, and I never get tired of rice and lentils.
I like fancy stuff, I don’t like throwing money away. I save where I can and spend on what I want. And it blows my mind how much people throw away on fancy drinks. Water, milk, whiskey are about all I drink.
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I really, really stopped having any interest in the Olympics years ago. The bs nationalistic nonsense led by Bob fucking Costas makes me ill.
Then again, the sports I do follow are far from “mainstream.”
“Working out” to me connotes a specific set of exercises/drills/poses/etc. Playing a sport, with the randomness of team dynamics, weather, etc. is far less rigid and therefore, not “working out.” Play vs. rigid exercise outlines. “I will do three sets of this” is not quite “I’ll go run around a field for 90 minutes.”
Not trying to be a dick, just clarifying my opinion.
Can’t say I’m sorry to be out of the dating game. Then again, I’m mostly been in committed relationships since I was about 15. I like to find a gal I like and stick with it. Most things are generally better. Plus, I was always scared of STIs and never liked games and BS. Something to be said for steady, regular sex with one hot woman.
Sandler stopped being funny in the early 90s. The guy is just a fucking asshole now and I feel sorry for anyone wasting time watching his bullshit. Fuck that guy.
Work out? No way. Find a sport or athletic hobby that you enjoy and do that. Playing pick up sports, walking your dogs, hiking, etc. Also, you don’t have to get fat. Rides bicycles, it’s a built in diet because hauling around a fat ass sucks, so you don’t allow yourself to get fat.
Cook for yourself. You’ll make your spouse/partner/housemates/family/yourself happy. Saves money, it’s fun to cook, and way way more healthy than buying food or dining out.
Also, keep all your doors open. I went to grad school because I just enjoyed the field, plus I played DI sports in college so definitely didn’t get my fill of the classroom. My specialty requires the willingness to relocate anywhere. Not an option for my wife. I’ve taken a job in a totally different field, working for an acquaintance. I never, ever thought I’d be doing this. But, I like it, I’m good at it…and I make more money working about half the hours in my grad school field. So…keep your options open.
Oh, and don’t ever think one event/choice/etc. is a make-or-break. Life goes on. If you work hard, don’t act like a dick, and get a little lucky, all will work out.
The phrase “grilling out” makes me want to punch someone in the face.
A house of undergrad frat dudes live across from me and I generally hate them. Noisy, have parties, and sometimes throw trash in my yard. I often marvel at their almost total lack of responsibilities. A few hours a day of class…and nothing else. Amazing.
People who don’t cook for themselves are dead weight. Get with it, or fuck off.
Good god. If you are out of your teens you sure as shit better give up on reality t.v.
Nice punch! I’m always amazed by how bad most pro athletes (aside from ice hockey players) are a throwing a punch. NBA fights are always comical, more like slap fights than fist fights.
His name is Jordan. Clue #1 he’s a dick. He golfs. Clue #2 he’s a dick. He dates a shitty girl like this who overuses the word literally. Clue #3 he’s a dick. These two assholes seem made for one another.
Also, is she graduating early or late?
Holy shit, your choice of t.v. and movies needs some serious attention. Watching garbage like that would make me feel ill.
I haven’t been inside a gym in years. Find a sport or hobby that you enjoy and get your exercise while having fun. I ride a bike 7 times a week and play soccer twice. No gyms, no jogging, some light weights at my office when I need a break.
Exactly! Coffee is just a fucking crutch, for those who give in. If you drink a cup or two a day for pleasure, fine. Just don’t breath on me. But if you are one of the fuckers whiny “I just can’t function without my first cup…” you need to shut the fuck up.
Get up and go for a walk or a jog. That’ll wake ya up. Or walk to work or ride a bike. Problem solved. Oxygenated and awake.
Like I’ve always said, coffee is for pussies. Nobody likes getting up in the morning. Just fucking do it and quit being a big fucking baby. I fucking hate coffee, coffee culture, and most especially…coffee drinkers breathing on me with their just-like-a-pile-of-dogshit-in-your-mouth smell. Ugh.
And coffee breaks. Fuck that, can I get a beer break? A joint break? I don’t need uppers, I need less energy. I can handle booze and rec. drugs, but caffeine makes me feel ill and jittery. I prefer getting high on life and/or real drugs.
Just wait a few years. You’ll be old and you’ll have around 3 friends and they’ll all be too busy to ever do anything. I remember being just out of college and hearing this and I thought it sounded crazy, since I had a large group of active friends. Most college friends will fade away, and most growing-up friends.
And you want to hear about being sick of hosting? My wife rents our spare room via airbnb. I mostly hate sharing my house with someone else, but she likes it, 99% of our guests were university-associated grad students/professionals and very nice, and we make a pretty easy $10K a year on it.
Oh, and many of the guests were very sexy 20 and 30 year old women. So there is that upside…
What type of engineering?
It’s called Long Island, New York. Shitty little dump of a house…and there are 5-7 really damn nice cars parked out front. It’s nuts. Thank god my final grandparent died and I never again have to go past Manhattan.
Uhhh, she’s into meditation and yet throws away most of the day on the sofa, can’t shop for groceries, and is too lazy to make toast. Damn, she’s WELL on her way to being a monk!
She sounds pathetic. Who the hell wants a lazy woman on their hands? Not me.
Having made a living cooking and also have worked some as a server, I prefer cooking my own food. Cheaper and healthier. No interest in spending $10 on some meal I don’t want.
I eat every three hours, so don’t need any true meal during the day. If I do feel like bringing food in, I’ll pick kale in my garden and make brown rice, lentils, with a boiled egg on top. Easy, healthy, and I never get tired of rice and lentils.
I like fancy stuff, I don’t like throwing money away. I save where I can and spend on what I want. And it blows my mind how much people throw away on fancy drinks. Water, milk, whiskey are about all I drink.