Moving on to the golden years.
im an old man already... Someone fetch me my slippers, my prune juice and my knobbly little cane ( just like the one yoda uses). Sit down young'uns i feel a rant comin on, or maybe its gas. In any case youll see in a few minutes.
When i couldn't recognze the man in front of the mirror my first thought was "already?" but i suppose but it probably took a long time coming. By the time the train arrived the ear i had to the tracks had gone deaf. So it shouldnt come as a surprise but i still think 18 is too soon to hear your joints creak like a rusted swingset. Yes im worn, shriveled and grey and no amount of viagra and rogaine is going to fix that.
Seems like only yesterday i was in highschool driving a shiny blue car around and trying to impress girls even though that was really 8 months ago. 8 long months. sigh
Though it's all for the best i suppose... now i have an excuse to hobble around and be of no use to anyone, grunt every so often and mutter curses when i get confuzzled by technology.
"So what does one do when one is chronologically challenged?" you ask. vote republican? write angry letters to almost everyone of importance you can think of? Scare young folk with your incessant ranting?
Well mostly, you sit around trappped in your own body. Geezerdom is a mental state, much like an old clip show. Tattered fuzzy memories slowly parade through your skull and as much as you try to focus on something and make sense of it or even forget it all you can't. Bob Sagat laughs and provides horrible cheesy commentary as you live your life over again making the same mistakes(ooof that had to hurt), finding the same smiles(awwwwwww) and suffering the heartbreaks(well this one speaks for itself folks). Eventually you come to acceptance, Bob is silenced and you move on.
so im an adult now, ok.
When i couldn't recognze the man in front of the mirror my first thought was "already?" but i suppose but it probably took a long time coming. By the time the train arrived the ear i had to the tracks had gone deaf. So it shouldnt come as a surprise but i still think 18 is too soon to hear your joints creak like a rusted swingset. Yes im worn, shriveled and grey and no amount of viagra and rogaine is going to fix that.
Seems like only yesterday i was in highschool driving a shiny blue car around and trying to impress girls even though that was really 8 months ago. 8 long months. sigh
Though it's all for the best i suppose... now i have an excuse to hobble around and be of no use to anyone, grunt every so often and mutter curses when i get confuzzled by technology.
"So what does one do when one is chronologically challenged?" you ask. vote republican? write angry letters to almost everyone of importance you can think of? Scare young folk with your incessant ranting?
Well mostly, you sit around trappped in your own body. Geezerdom is a mental state, much like an old clip show. Tattered fuzzy memories slowly parade through your skull and as much as you try to focus on something and make sense of it or even forget it all you can't. Bob Sagat laughs and provides horrible cheesy commentary as you live your life over again making the same mistakes(ooof that had to hurt), finding the same smiles(awwwwwww) and suffering the heartbreaks(well this one speaks for itself folks). Eventually you come to acceptance, Bob is silenced and you move on.
so im an adult now, ok.