Funny thing being my age.  Past adolescence, though sometimes debatable, past being a theoretical  young whipper snapper (I was once called), past being an up and comer if ever you ever was, past Middle Age, whatever that might mean, past moving toward retirement, now actually retired beyond caring about many things that occupied the mind for decades.  You don't have to worry about distracting your mind to get your mind off pressing thoughts since your mind is always in distracted mode.

At my age now you can get away with risqué comments in the right circles, oh, that's just Fred, you can make stuff up since no one is around to call you out, and you can spot phonies and conmen having seen so many over the years.  Best of all, you don't have to care any more about people and things you really don't have to care about anymore.  Easier to say now: not my problem.