Stoneface - March

Well, I will be turning 60 years of age in just a few short months. Let's face it ... game over! I may not look like I am 60 years old. I may not behave like a typical senior citizen. However, the numbers are in. Sixty. Six-O. Sesenta. Zestig. Soixante. Hatvan. Once I reveal my age to anyone, there's just nothing more to say after that. I am an old codger.

Typical Ageless Hottie

The doors of opportunity (for lack of a better term) are closing rapidly, if not already closed. I can't hook up with any babes. I can no longer start my own family. I can't return to wage slavery, even if I desired to do so. I will begin aging rapidly very soon. The Vienna Sausage is doomed to atrophy, and testosterone depletion will have deleterious effects. In other words, decrepitude and death are just around the corner.

There is a certain point in life when the charade of "normality" must end. Sixty years of age is that point, I believe. There's really no sense in maintaining an air of "upward mobility" or to play any of the other foolish games that are reserved for the younger crowd. No one will be impressed by an old codger unless he has enormous wealth at his disposal. Putting an end to the charade also means downgrading all aspects of life to the "nitty-gritty" (i.e., basic and sub-basic levels of subsistence). Nothing more, probably less.

Future Plans. There just aren't any. My sole purpose for being in Hawai'i is to spend time with moms, the last of my parents. I try not to think about the day that moms passes on, but the event is inevitable. Subsequently, I will be totally alone. I have no support group whatsoever.

Misanthropy. The main reason that I can be alone without any social interactions for extended periods of time is my increasing misanthropy. Chimpo sapiens drive me completely berserk. I have moved from a highly social networked individual to a hermit (read: monk). I have no desire to change. I prefer being a loner. I can no longer hold conversations. Reading books as an activity has come to an abrupt halt, too. And, with the deprecation of the "blog," I am losing all interest in writing as well. With that said, my homeless buddy may very well be my only friend (term used loosely) in the entire world.

Leisure Time. I have increased my leisure time by reducing any and all busy work. Oddly, I have absolutely nothing to do during my leisure time. I am essentially bored, but boredom is just fine with me. Excitement is just too overrated.

Tax Returns. I completed my 2013 tax returns and dispatched them by mail immediately. The event would not be noteworthy except for two points. First, I am now completely finished with the business of the detestable "condotel" unit. Second, the tax return filing on the empire level may be the last one for a long time. No income, no need to file a tax return. No ObamaScare penalty.

Retirement Accounts. I had planned to cash out my retirement accounts in a month or so (at age 59.5 years old), but the transaction would require me to file empire-level taxes. The distribution my qualify as income and would put me back "on the radar" for ObamaScare. So, I must postpone the transaction until 65 years of age. I will also postpone the filing for senior citizen entitlements.