Joke of the Day – A.A.A.D.D. – Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how is manifests itself:
I decide to wash my car. As I start toward to the garage, I notice
that there is mail on the hall table. I decide to go through the
mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash
can under the table, and notice that the trash can is full. Continues…
The first whispers hit like a blow. A former president’s brutal accident left one nation reeling—then, almost before the shock could settle, word spread of something far…
He was never meant to be the loudest one in the room, but he was the one you felt safest with. His presence steadied the chaos, the…
The first year, I swallowed it. The second year, I blamed myself. By the fifth, the silence around his “family trip” felt louder than any argument we’d…
Finding that first wiry hair feels like a betrayal. It doesn’t ask permission, it just appears—coarse, dark, and impossible to ignore. You tell yourself it’s nothing, but…
You don’t belong here. The room knows it, but it forgives you anyway. It leans in close, breath warm with old stories, and offers you a past…
They thought they were untouchable. They thought age was a punchline, something to poke at with cheap questions and cheaper courage. The bar hummed with the smugness…