I'm How Old?
This is something that has been on my mind for quite some time ( like 35 years or more ). As anyone knows, who reads my posts, I might seem somewhat immature for a 64 year old. It's not that I want to act older......I like the way I am.......it's just I really always thought that at some point I'd feel and think more like an adult ( whatever that feels like ). When told to act like an adult that is exactly what I do....ACT. I know I am separated from younger people by a different frame of reference...........I grew up with no television, then a small tv that got 3 channels, cars without power anything, 78 rpm records, and into a life and a country that seemed less complicated. I really do feel like the proverbial younger person peering out from a body that is growing older..........at least I have my memories.........somewhere?
Memories.......of a time when I had sex with women who were conscious. When I passed pretty women and caught them looking at me as I gazed back at them. Times when I left my house at 10 p.m. to party......now that's when I get home IF I am out partying. My phone rings less and less as my immediate family is deceased and so are many of my old friends.
As I read the above it sounds somewhat depressing.......yet, I'm having a great time. I love not working, I love traveling, and I like my own company.....my life is more of a self directed adventure then it was at any previous stage. I meet up with new friends from eons all over the country........what is missing is the shared history of my family and the friends I grew up with..........to paraphrase.......this is the best of times and the worst of times.............I'm growing older....but hopefully I'll never grow up.
Memories.......of a time when I had sex with women who were conscious. When I passed pretty women and caught them looking at me as I gazed back at them. Times when I left my house at 10 p.m. to party......now that's when I get home IF I am out partying. My phone rings less and less as my immediate family is deceased and so are many of my old friends.
As I read the above it sounds somewhat depressing.......yet, I'm having a great time. I love not working, I love traveling, and I like my own company.....my life is more of a self directed adventure then it was at any previous stage. I meet up with new friends from eons all over the country........what is missing is the shared history of my family and the friends I grew up with..........to paraphrase.......this is the best of times and the worst of times.............I'm growing older....but hopefully I'll never grow up.
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by carygrant





