Grampy Likes The Same

                                                Grampy Likes the Same

Choice. Novelty. Searching for that fresh new dopamine hit. It's none of what it's cracked up to be.

I keep it the same. Same job, same time, same activities. No commercials burrowing into my basal ganglia to exploit my insecurities. To make my buy the thing that will complete me for sure.

Boredom is a blessing.

Sure, you're having fun... Sometimes... A lot of complaints along the way as you sift through the new shit for golden nuggets.

If I'm going to spend my energy spend it on something that matters.

I keep the grass military cut on my lawn. Keep off with your big red galoshes.

Entertainment needn't be that special. Who cares? Podcasts I played decades before, sitcoms I can recite beat for beat. Video games I can finger blindly through motor memories.

If you like this and you'll like that! Nope don't care. It's enough. Nosh the same beef spaghetti with the noodles just as soaked as always.

Those young whipper snappers with their new fangled neon coloured handheld slot machines they bend C shaped to dilate their pupils with. I'll sate myself with stuff that has less of a cling. I'll hold on to my attention span, thank you.