- Going back to University to finish my degree(s) in Journalism, Psychology and Computer engineering. Too old now to pivot out of construction and make a career into that shyt.
- Having variety in my clothing/dress style. It took losing damn near all my clothes in 2017's storms for me to realize that all I want to wear is what the fukk feels good to me and that's usually solid black, grey or dark blue, with matching khakis/dikkies and a cap/skully. fukk a "Dress" sense, I'm clean when not working, Ain't I?
- Proving/reasoning with women in relationships. I hate arguing with women. With a passion. After an argument I can't dial back my emotions and it ends up getting ugly. Now, I just dip until they calm down, or flip out without me there to interact with that. I need peace, man. 
- Trying to reason with anyone who has me as a villain or a$$hole or anything inbetween within the structure of THEIR narrative. I'm an affable dude. May make a misstep with a joke or two, or rankle some feathers, but by and large I'd like to think I'm respectful of most people, but trying to win over anybody that doesn't like me for whatever reason? Eh. fukk it. Feel how the fukk you need to, just don't give me a reason to make me have to see you in person and it's good.
-Caring more than I have to. Self explanatory. Can't deal with folk constantly falling into the same highlighted pratfalls and expect me to either bail them out or be sympathetic towards their plights. fukk that. Dump problematic friends. Cut off problematic people or make yourself less accessible. Move away from bad relationships. Do or don't whatever you need for the situation to get better rather than let it happen ,if you can affect it, rather than have it happen and cry about it. I'm trying to read a book, bytch; I don't care if it's 2 am and you know I'm up, go tell that shyt to HR or the dikk you sucked prior to calling me.
- Stop being available for folk that ain't never been there for you the way they want you to be for them. Don't care how much we get along, or how much I like you, if you never gave me that same energy, I'm not going out of my way for you; fukk that. Don't know why I was so eager to be helpful in my teens to mid 30's to the point I broke bread with fukker's who wouldn't even break a bottle over my head if the shyt was on fire.

Took me too long to start prioritizing everything after the first example and I'm slowly paying the penalty for it, but it's worth it.