Friday, June 10, 2005
Keeping up with the Joneses
Well well well.
It's been a long time. Four months by the count of my sundial, give or take a month or two.
I am getting old. That's what it all boils down to. At work today I had lasagna from a box and three muffins and felt used and unfit for human consumption immediately thereafter.
Presumably oldness is something you just settle into. It may be like what Kundera was tryinhg to do with his last three books -- Slowness, Identity and Ignorance, all three of which words indicate age.
Slowness -- well, things happen slower even as time speeds up. 24 hours a day isn't enough for me anymore. But yet I don't feel like staying up that late to take advantage of the time... or getting up that early, I guess.
Identity -- who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here? I think that's about enough said as regards that particular idea.
Ignorance -- as things stand, I don't particularly enjoy other people's opinions anymore. Though that could be a result of other people's opinions recently being of such a black and white tint. Though that, in turn, could be result of being in Japan. It strikes me as a whole bunch of hooey for me to have to worry about what every Tom, Dick and ... Dick ... says about everything in the world. I've been there. I've seen it. I've done it. I don't need you to tell me what you think about it. But thanks for your time.
Am I getting old and crotchety? Maybe. I will be 34 in a shade more than two months. I know a bunch of people who think that 20 is old, 30 is old -- you get the general idea.
Maybe I've turned the corner away from youthful exuberance into an adult sort of existence, where I'm much more concerned with me than with what other people think of me. I hope that is the case.
I'm sick of thinking I can keep up with the Joneses!
It's been a long time. Four months by the count of my sundial, give or take a month or two.
I am getting old. That's what it all boils down to. At work today I had lasagna from a box and three muffins and felt used and unfit for human consumption immediately thereafter.
Presumably oldness is something you just settle into. It may be like what Kundera was tryinhg to do with his last three books -- Slowness, Identity and Ignorance, all three of which words indicate age.
Slowness -- well, things happen slower even as time speeds up. 24 hours a day isn't enough for me anymore. But yet I don't feel like staying up that late to take advantage of the time... or getting up that early, I guess.
Identity -- who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here? I think that's about enough said as regards that particular idea.
Ignorance -- as things stand, I don't particularly enjoy other people's opinions anymore. Though that could be a result of other people's opinions recently being of such a black and white tint. Though that, in turn, could be result of being in Japan. It strikes me as a whole bunch of hooey for me to have to worry about what every Tom, Dick and ... Dick ... says about everything in the world. I've been there. I've seen it. I've done it. I don't need you to tell me what you think about it. But thanks for your time.
Am I getting old and crotchety? Maybe. I will be 34 in a shade more than two months. I know a bunch of people who think that 20 is old, 30 is old -- you get the general idea.
Maybe I've turned the corner away from youthful exuberance into an adult sort of existence, where I'm much more concerned with me than with what other people think of me. I hope that is the case.
I'm sick of thinking I can keep up with the Joneses!
