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September 09, 2003

Not Old.........Just Older

I have begun to take notice (most likely because of having kids) of that fact that I am quickly getting old. I don’t consider myself to be old yet, just older. But as my 30’s fly by before my very eyes I am realizing that it won’t be long before I will be the creepy old guy that kids avoid…….similar to the way they already treat Bigwig. Perhaps I am just noticing things more, but there are several signs which tell me that I am about a decade or so away from being an old fart.

One of the first things that became aware to me was the lack of really loud music playing non-stop in my car, at least not from the radio. I cannot remember the last time I played a rock station on the radio for more than a minute or two. I get bored with it and quickly pop in my own cd or cut it off all together. I don’t feel like listening to 30 minutes of crappy music just to hear one song that I like. I would rather listen to what I want all the time, so advertisers’ money is wasted on me on radio stations. I still play my own music loud at times, but I am consistently out-blasted by the car next to me at the stop light……….any stoplight.

When the radio is on in my car, 99% of the time it is tuned to NPR. Sure I may be getting smarter, but I am becoming less and less cool with each rise of the sun. It is a battle I am destined to lose, I realize. The pull of NPR is too powerful for me to turn off, just so I can listen to Britney Spears, or the assortment of shit being played on today’s radio stations.

Another sign that I am getting older is that I sometimes get hungry around 4. Only my grandparents were allowed to eat that early. I refuse to go to the cafeteria with the senior citizens at this point in my life.

Finally, I don’t think my drinking abilities are what they used to be. For some reason, wives don’t think that getting drunk and passing out is nearly as cute as girlfriends used to think it was, so this plus the combination of having children has drastically cut into my ability to down massive quantities of beer. Perhaps the yearly fishing trip will help me get back into game shape. Drinking beer for breakfast tends to do that for a person. If nothing else, maybe it will help me feel as though I am not so far removed from my youth, even though I recognize that distance is growing wider than I would like.

I’m not old, just older…………..but it won’t be long before I am chasing children off of my lawn and creating that old person smell.

Posted by Woundwort at September 9, 2003 02:46 PM | TrackBack
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Get XM, man. You'll never have to listen to NPR again.

Of course, it's a bit expensive to set up, but it's been worth it so far.

Posted by: bigwig at September 9, 2003 03:08 PM

But I like NPR, that is part of the problem.

Posted by: Woundwort at September 9, 2003 03:39 PM

I am an NPR man myself, at least I was until I bought a car with a CD player. Now I have to buy more CDs. Satellite radio is still a few years away for me.

And it's funny that you mention beer for breakfast. I distinctly remember waking up to the sound of someone popping open a beer at 7:00 a.m. on one of our trips to Cape Lookout. I was amazed...and disgusted. From what I recall, we'd only STOPPED drinking from the night before a few hours before that. And I'm not sure you'd stopped at all. I think I was somewhere between impressed and horrified.

Posted by: Kehaar at September 9, 2003 04:07 PM

You know you're really getting old when you launch topics that rely on 'blogscestual' input to keep the comments alive.

Heh (by cracky!)

Posted by: Stephen at September 9, 2003 06:36 PM

I guess all that is left is for me to sit and wait to die........while listening to NPR and trading messages with my blogcestual partners.

Posted by: Woundwort at September 9, 2003 08:23 PM

Want to speed up the process? Go back to college.

Posted by: Big Dumb Cousin at September 9, 2003 09:52 PM

Wait until you get to be 43, like me.

I'm going to be bald by age 50, I just know it!:-)

Posted by: Kiril at September 10, 2003 01:06 AM

Maybe we need to start a blogosphere support group. We will call it, "Letting Go of Your Cool (and your hair, and your ability to run and form sentences)." See you all there.

Posted by: Woundwort at September 10, 2003 08:25 AM
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