Markit wrote
If your being deliberately obtuse was an interesting conversational ploy then I might answer that: in my experience the longer and older you are anywhere the less adventurous you tend to be. Returning again and again to places that you know and "like" whether they maintain the standard that you grew to love and enjoy. This generally means that with the passage of time our "usual" places deteriorate, at least in our minds. That's why "oldies" are always bitching that "it used to be better". But what do I know?
[B]Obtuse?[/B] Are you referring to an [I][B]angel[/B][/I] between 90° and 180°, (you being a “god” and all that)?
In my experience, [I]some[/I] people become less adventurous than their youthful years because of health issues, family commitments, financial problems, etc. And [I]some[/I] don’t.
I think it’s a bit presumptuous on your part to insinuate that an “oldie” like me is always bitching that "it used to be better".
Sure, I’m not climbing Mt Batur for a 4th time, nor Mt Agung again (once was enough). Back in 1973, I rode a motorbike right around Bali in one day (when the “roads” were nothing like they are now). These days it [I]could[/I] take me longer than that so [I]maybe[/I] it [I]was[/I] “better” then. I once tried to paddle a surfboard from Sanur to Nusa Penida but ended up in Candi Dasa (won’t be trying that stunt again).
So you see, as [I]some[/I] of us add extra digits to our age number, it’s possible to add even more to the total by learning from our previous suicidal transgressions. Now I’m sort of bald but I call it a solar panel for a sex machine.
I love going to places that I know and like. Why wouldn’t I, (or anyone else)? Then I would know if I still like them, and if not, were they “better” back when. I don’t see that as some kind of masochism. Do you?
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