Red Mosquito

tree_ wrote:your link gives us your results

use this link: https://www.gotoquiz.com/midlife_crisis_quiz

tree_ wrote:i got 1%

now we need a quiz to discover how accurately you actually answer self-quiz questions

spike wrote:Coach, the weight loss thread and 30 year old girlfriend gets you there.

Coach wrote:Health wise, I was doing really good up until about age 44-1/2, and then, a bunch of little shit piled up like rosacea on my face, a stye on my eyelid that lasted three months only followed by popping a blood vessel in my other eye, which was harmless but left me with a red eye for another month or so.

bodysnatcher wrote:

Coach wrote:Health wise, I was doing really good up until about age 44-1/2, and then, a bunch of little shit piled up like rosacea on my face, a stye on my eyelid that lasted three months only followed by popping a blood vessel in my other eye, which was harmless but left me with a red eye for another month or so.

Eye caramba

Coach wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

Coach wrote:Health wise, I was doing really good up until about age 44-1/2, and then, a bunch of little shit piled up like rosacea on my face, a stye on my eyelid that lasted three months only followed by popping a blood vessel in my other eye, which was harmless but left me with a red eye for another month or so.

Eye caramba

Yeah, all from the rosacea. I have something called ocular rosacea, so it affects my skin and eyes. Fun times but I have it more under control now.

Eye Vey

tree_ wrote:your link gives us your results

use this link: https://www.gotoquiz.com/midlife_crisis_quiz

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Higgs wrote:

Coach wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

Coach wrote:Health wise, I was doing really good up until about age 44-1/2, and then, a bunch of little shit piled up like rosacea on my face, a stye on my eyelid that lasted three months only followed by popping a blood vessel in my other eye, which was harmless but left me with a red eye for another month or so.

Eye caramba

Yeah, all from the rosacea. I have something called ocular rosacea, so it affects my skin and eyes. Fun times but I have it more under control now.

Eye Vey

Stye Go

tragabigzanda wrote:Ditto. Feels like it won’t hit me until a parent dies then it’ll be full steam ahead.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.