Modern life is rubbish

farmershort said:

has it all gone wrong? or have I?

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No, neither, you are, as you say, only 27, life is for the taking, go drive a car into a lake

I would love the small holding maybe a dive boat, There are a couple of ladies in Scotland that had the same thought and pulled it off.

I am 42 this year, most of my teens and twenties...some of the thirties were purely lived in a hedonistic fashion, fun for funs sake...and trust me, it was fun.

I was very late on the housing ladder because of this, friends of old have got bigger homes, kids, stable jobs and that is fine for them. I have a smaller home as by the time I bought prices were high, I work for myself so the money is up and down but I get the freedom to choose, I can take time off when I want/can afford to, my old mates can't, they have to ask as do most people.

What I am trying to say is wake the choices that suit you, don't live your life for the expectations of others.

I was just thinking today of the time I lived on the beach in nice, spending the early hours of the morning having a laugh and partying with transexual prostitutes who had just finished work for the night, meeting new people every day, squidging car window screens at traffic lights so we could eat, dodging the police and generally living it up...

Happy days but not the thing to dedicate to much time to... No pension options

Never deny yourself the things you want, have a go at achieving and if you fail, at least you tried so have another go with the benefit of experience.

Mrs BTS went to uni, started work for a company while there, she is still with the same company at a senior level, her path was nothing like mine. I envy her stability, she envies the wild things I did and wants to travel, maybe live abroad for a while, I am happy to go along with this although stability and bigger house would also do me right now.

All this says to me is that the grass is always greener on the other side but at the end of the day it is still grass, the first taste of the other grass is always a delight though...

Pick you dreams and make them real

We thought we'd got it sussed... but now I'm not so sure....

Our next door neighbours are pretty like minded people... a little older at 43 and 36, but that makes no odds, they're nice. They will have paid off their mortgage by 2014 at the latest, and so will be ready to move. We've informally agreed to look to buy a smallholding between us, with 2 houses.

fine, till you see the price of small holdings in this country. if we struck lucky, we could probably get one in the arse end of wales (which is fine) with 1 house and 10 acres for £350,000 - if we're lucky...

our houses will be worth between about £110,000 each by then. obv theirs would be cash, ours would be all mortgage. That's £175,000 each. I can't afford that. No way. Not even if myself and my mrs keep working full time. And then there's all the legal stuff, and the fact that they might go off the idea, or have different opinions on things.... there's so many things in the way. money is the biggest one. money is the thing I have the biggest problem with.

In my experience it doesn't get any better. I've just learned to appreciate what I have.

I once spent 13 years flogging my nuts off for one company. It went bust and I can't have that time back. I'll never be that young and enthusiastic ever again. I gave them that and they wasted it.
So I've had my own company. Been a big tax payer. Had the nice car and 5 holidays a year. I got screwed somewhere along the line. So now I'm just a simple one man band living quite litteraly hand to mouth. The properties we have for letting were intended to be my great retirement fund. I can't be arsed with it any more so the first one of them is going on the market tomorrow. Tenants?? to hell with them ( Hughie Green would say "and I mean that sincerely folks").

My mother just about got to 60 and had naff all to show for it only her children. My father made it to just shy of 77 and died with bugger all to his name other than the roof over his head and a mortgage. What he did have was his friends and family. Money can't buy that. He only worked to support us. We were the reason he went to work for all those years. WE were their success.

We now live in an age where any school leaver who can spell their own name is sent off to "university" with the promise of high earning careers and all manner of greatness. The poor buggers are writing them selves off as worthless losers when they fail to "achieve". That is achievemnet to for the sake of it. Anything less is failure to them.

I hate work and always will. I live for my family and my holidays and me boozy sessions with mates and, and, and watching a beautiful sunset! That alone makes it all worthwhile.

Aspirations? Mine go no further than living for NOW. I have an option of getting our mortgage from round our necks this year. That's about 10 or so years early. That makes me feel good!

I need a new van but I'm reluctant to spend any money on one because I'm not sure how much longer I can be bothered with trying to earn a living as a house bashing sparks. Regulations, rules, laws and bloody customers.... it just aint worth it any longer.

Stacking shelves in Asda sound real good to me nowdays. Come my day of reconing, what I've done and how I did it won't matter. So long as I'm not alone. That all that matters.

Paul