The me you do not know.
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Showing posts with label old. Show all posts
Friday, March 7, 2014
Ok, I'll let my monsters down.
I am a big Californication fan.
Sometimes though I remember that the highlight of the episode was not the adventures of Hank Moody or the scathing dialog but the soundtrack.
A number of songs on my playlist will attest to that.
One particular song by Warren Zevon; I really didn't care for the genre... but the lyrics hit me like a baseball bat.
I know because I haven't heard it in years yet I remember... It goes...
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELe4vC3oM5E
I think I have always known why I am often in a rut. But let me let my monsters down.
I am old.
And because I am old. I rarely give a f*ck.
When I was boy, I would scare myself shitless into putting an extra hour... just to be sure I do not suck the next day. The extra effort saved my skin a great many number of times...To be honest, because of it, on certain days, I even excelled.
Now? Oh very little scare me. That is why NFG.
I know. It's sad.
That kinda explains why I haven't been here in a while.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Loss.
I already know this is going to be a bad idea...
My blood pressure has been really erratic. I have gone back to doing martial arts to get healthier. Ok to look better... But primarily because I now accept my mortality. I know my body has a shelf life.
I do not know how I got this notion, but somehow I think I have maybe about a good 15 years. To some that is morbidly scary, to a few that is a lot of time.
Being around people younger than me, I want to think that their youth and passion rub off on me. My arrogant self though wish that something of me rubs off on them too. One thing in particular:
They should appreciate their youth because it does pass quickly.
In what seems like a blink of an eye, hairlines recede, you get rounder around the belly, eyesight start failing, droopy eyebags, hair where you didn't think hair belonged. Meds of all sort lining your bedside table, pissing with your hand pushing the wall for balance... yeah i thought that I was gonna burn out and not rust... but here I am... rusting away.
But what happens when somebody so bright, and cheerful and full of promise is gone? It effs me up even more. It is like basic rule just got broken. That somebody cut in line. That the world is not right.
As I write this I can feel my blood pressure is getting up there again. I know because I get this throbbing first on my shoulders, then neck then finally my head feels like a bowling ball. Oh the people out there close to my age know this feeling all too well. But I keep writing... because I know if I stop I will never finish this. Oh yeah, procrastination... it did not seem to leave me with age.
Yeah I am part of THAT demographic now. I used to think people over 29 were old. Yup how stupid.
For a while before I started this particular spiel I said I was going to write my 18 year old self.. but then I knew my 18 year old self... he didn't listen to anybody. Definitely did not care to follow advice. I was the guy who touched the iron even when I was told it was hot. I wanted to burn for my self.
I am in pain. No. Actually I am pissed. The world is not right. Things aren't right. Fly the flag upside down.
There was this trashy Justin Timberlake movie about Time... I knew it was crap but I watched it... because the premise intrigued me. In the movie, people got paid in time. You do work you get paid in minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. But even in the movie, life was whacked. Some people barely scraped by and some had centuries of time.
I am old. But if I do have just 15 more years left, I should make it count. Because I lost someone who was 19.
My blood pressure has been really erratic. I have gone back to doing martial arts to get healthier. Ok to look better... But primarily because I now accept my mortality. I know my body has a shelf life.
I do not know how I got this notion, but somehow I think I have maybe about a good 15 years. To some that is morbidly scary, to a few that is a lot of time.
Being around people younger than me, I want to think that their youth and passion rub off on me. My arrogant self though wish that something of me rubs off on them too. One thing in particular:
They should appreciate their youth because it does pass quickly.
In what seems like a blink of an eye, hairlines recede, you get rounder around the belly, eyesight start failing, droopy eyebags, hair where you didn't think hair belonged. Meds of all sort lining your bedside table, pissing with your hand pushing the wall for balance... yeah i thought that I was gonna burn out and not rust... but here I am... rusting away.
But what happens when somebody so bright, and cheerful and full of promise is gone? It effs me up even more. It is like basic rule just got broken. That somebody cut in line. That the world is not right.
As I write this I can feel my blood pressure is getting up there again. I know because I get this throbbing first on my shoulders, then neck then finally my head feels like a bowling ball. Oh the people out there close to my age know this feeling all too well. But I keep writing... because I know if I stop I will never finish this. Oh yeah, procrastination... it did not seem to leave me with age.
Yeah I am part of THAT demographic now. I used to think people over 29 were old. Yup how stupid.
For a while before I started this particular spiel I said I was going to write my 18 year old self.. but then I knew my 18 year old self... he didn't listen to anybody. Definitely did not care to follow advice. I was the guy who touched the iron even when I was told it was hot. I wanted to burn for my self.
I am in pain. No. Actually I am pissed. The world is not right. Things aren't right. Fly the flag upside down.
There was this trashy Justin Timberlake movie about Time... I knew it was crap but I watched it... because the premise intrigued me. In the movie, people got paid in time. You do work you get paid in minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. But even in the movie, life was whacked. Some people barely scraped by and some had centuries of time.
I am old. But if I do have just 15 more years left, I should make it count. Because I lost someone who was 19.
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Saturday, August 3, 2013
The problem is, we think we have enough time.
Friday, July 19, 2013
I feel old.
I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
I'm getting older too
So, take my love, take it down
Oh climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down
And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down
Oh oh, the landslide will bring it down
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