I hate growing old.

[bmenyuk]

This is sort of a comment response to sozepiggytails and mdsteele47. sozepiggytails said: This is what NetHack is for, you know. Sleep is for the weak and stuff.

and mdsteele47 said: The more I seem to tell my body that lately, the more often it finds passive-aggressive ways to remind me that I'm not 20-anything anymore...I hate growing old, not up. That hasn't, thankfully, I hope, happened yet

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Re: Some things, you just have to do...

[bmenyuk]

Well, lookee here! Guess who's on LJ? Hello.

I know what choices I have made, and I am good with them. I am completely and totally just whining about getting just about everything I could reasonably hope for out of life. Or, more exactly, I am marvelling that I am now at the state where I first remember my father being. To some degree, I want to rebel against that. No one wants to grow up to be their parents, except that I have worked my balls off my whole life to become a person like my father. Odd paradox, that.

So, yeah, there is still a part of me that wants to haul off and party and do all sorts of stupid stuff and pretend that I am 8-10 years younger than I am. There is a part of me that regrets that there are things that I will likely not experience (e.g. motorcycles) because of choices I have made to experience the life that I have now, that I am rather enjoying, all things being told.

On the other hand, Mads had a bad day today, and was in deep tantrum mode at bedtime. I sat with her and sang and rocked her to sleep.

That's worth more than the biggest, baddest Harley-Davidson, or top-paying, high-octane computer-guru job, which are by and large the two things I fantasize the most about, with a touch of railroading across the country on the high iron thrown in for good measure.

I suppose that's another sign of getting old; I fantasize about other careers I could have taken rather than kinky sex.