I grew up being the youngest child of four and it’s a place I’m still pretty comfortable being in. That inevitably meant that I grew up surrounded by a lot of adults, with me being the precocious youngster. I just can’t get away with that anymore! Here I am, this lumbering man who reads non-fiction self-help books, who brings ear plugs with him to drum and bass shows. I don’t even have time to play video games properly now.
Getting into a good new juicy video game these days is like trying to pick up skateboarding after you’ve passed sixteen: impossible. I don’t have all that time I used to have. I miss losing hour after hour shooting mutants in the face. If I’m not going out for dinner with other couples or working on projects after hours, I’m then just trying to find time for a nap.
I’m a fully functioning grown up now…
Damn my adulthood.
I wouldn’t worry about turning 30. Age really is nothing but a number. But getting older? Yep, getting older sucks.
I hate the toll it takes on your body: my eyebrows are getting longer (I usually spend a couple of minutes a day yanking them out with my fingers); there are more hairs on my ears (and my back, and my shoulders); my hairline seems to be very slowly edging its way back (although when I look at pictures of me from five years I can’t notice the difference, which makes me worry that either my hair has been a lot further back on my forehead than I’ve always realised or that some kind of optical illusion is taking place as a result of my getting older); I have tiny liver spots on my face (I always used to think my mum had them because she was old); my left foot has pretty much had it (I have to wear those nerdy orthoses things you put in your shoes to make you walk correctly); and my eyesight deteriorates year on year (I compare contact lens numbers with people and I know there’s going to come a point where I have to revert to glasses with lenses at least 8mm thick).
There is more, but you know it. You feel it, too.
Yeah, getting old sucks.
Rob
Comment by Rob — April 3, 2006 @ 4:45 pm
Having said all that, have a great birthday, George.
Comment by Rob — April 3, 2006 @ 4:46 pm
My mind and body is changing in new ways too: I’ve got more grey hairs with each day; my gut has a nice rotundness that is bordering on charming; I’m tired all the time; flossing is fun now, my hairline has stopped drifting back and mocks me with it’s stubborness.
Comment by est1976 — April 3, 2006 @ 5:57 pm