- Scratches on portable device screens. I used to be an obsessive screen protector installer, but that’s a significant tradeoff, because it’s always optically inferior. Plus, even if you really nail the installation (and I’m pretty good with a squeegee card), eventually enough sweat works its way under it that it needs replacing. Anymore, I take reasonable care, and if I pick up a blemish here and there, then so be it. It’s a tool, not a showpiece. (I do dig the hell out of Gorilla Glass, though.)
- Commercials. I watch essentially no first-run television anymore, so most of my (still limited) serial TV knowledge comes from Netflix or Amazon Prime (where there are no breaks). “Did you see last night on TV when…”—stop right there. Unless you’re asking me about a football game or an IndyCar race, or a movie I happened to select, the answer is going to be no. I don’t mind the commercials during the aforementioned sporting events, because they allow me to be semi-productive (laundry, dishes, and so forth) and rationalize to myself that I’m not being totally sedentary.
- Express lane rules violators. I see that’s something on which I can measure some progress. Don’t care anymore. Of course, I think at least part of this relaxation is the general excellence of the beginning-to-end experience at Publix or Target, where I’m extremely likely to be when encountering an express lane.
What have you mellowed out about?