Aging, it sucks doesn’t it? I mean really, it absolutely sucks to be 40. Man I freaking hate it. I hated the build up to it. I hated it the day it happened. I hate it now. My mind says I’m about 28 or so. My body, well that’s another story. I wonder if I hadn’t had all this physical trauma if I’d feel this way? From what I’ve seen and heard from my friends over 40 I’d have to say “no” to that question. Most of them hate it as well. One friend will be 50 soon and he physically gets angry when he talks about it. Gee, what greatness to look forward to eh?
I think it bothers me most that people on the street don’t think I’m “younger than I look.” I think I look my age and that sucks. People used to say that I looked young for my age, not so much these days. I’ve never considered myself very good looking, but I never thought I looked “old”. Yeah, vanity I know. I think the pain, the drugs, the job, and the sleeplessness have all put some miles on my face. Insert deep sigh. It bothers me that I’ve lost some of my hair. It bothers me that I have a gray hair in my beard. Every time I let it grow out I pull that gray hair out. It’s just a matter of time now. Yeah, I know I’m lucky that I haven’t gone gray yet and all that shit. Yeah yeah yeah. This is me bitching, we’re not talking about you (yet), bear with me.
I didn’t mind when kids started calling me “Mr. Lloyd.” I thought that was OK, I felt like that was something I earned around 30. The 30s were good. I did a lot in that decade of my existence. I’m not going to go into all that but I will say that I accomplished many things back then. I was still able to do all the things that I wanted. The decade of the 40s won’t be like that. I can’t imagine skiing, racket ball, playing 36 holes of golf in one day, not even running now. All that’s gone, and (you guessed it) it sucks. But this blog isn’t really about that, it’s about aging itself. Perhaps I am leaning to the down side of things because of the screws in my spine and the pain they have brought into my life. Maybe I’m just a little farther along the path than others of my age. Maybe I’m getting a preview of what true “old age” is going to be like and it scares me, or simply pisses me off. I don’t know, but every time I think about my age I end up in sadness.
It’s a fact that I feel like the “middle” is the end. I think about dying a lot. I’m not scared of it. I hope its a long time away though. I feel like at this age I’ve finally realized that I will die sometime. I want to live to be about 75 or so. That would be cool. I just have this feeling of wonderment about it all. I’m excited to see what’s going to happen. I have my own personal beliefs and I hope they come true. I want to do so much between now and then, but I also feel like I have accomplished so much. I don’t want to leave Robin alone. I don’t want to leave Brit and Cassy. I have an unfinished blog about death that I'll post some day, I add little observations to it once in a while. Even though I'm not ready to go, I can not wait to see 1 and 2 again. Oh how I want to see my grandmother. Sometimes, even though I hardly smell anything since my sinus surgery, I catch a whiff of her perfume. I wonder if she's right here with me when that happens? I miss the ones that have gone so much. I hurt for them every day, God I hope I get to see them again.
I’ll try to inject some positivity into our little talk. Even though I am madder than hell about aging, I accept it. I’ve lived a great life and I know it. I was blessed, truly blessed, to have a great childhood and adulthood. I certainly can’t complain about any of that. Many of my friends have experienced much more heartache than I have and they have much more right to bitch about our age. I’d like to do some things different, if I knew then what I know now kind of thing (I’d have shot and killed that fucking horse). But overall it is what is and I’m satisfied. I’m looking forward to retirement and living on a farm again. I can’t wait to live on a road where I can drive by moonlight. I want to feel what it’s like to be on the back of a horse running flat out with his ears back again. There are many more fast cars and faster bikes in my future, and I have one more house to build. The greatest thing about all that is that I’ll get to spend it with Robin, but even if we had nothing I would still be satisfied just being with her.
My purpose in writing this was to vent, of course, but honestly if you feel like I do I want you to know that you’re not alone. I think some of you hate it too and I share your anguish lol. We’re in this boat together and I’m here for you... O’ Gray One. 40 is sucking right now but 50 isn’t that far away and it’s going to suck worse. Make the most of the decade and be “younger than your age.” That’s my advice, I’ll try to follow it myself. If I can 8)
So, this has been me ranting about getting old. It happens. I don’t bitch much in my blogs so please allow me this self pity. Thanks.
I think it bothers me most that people on the street don’t think I’m “younger than I look.” I think I look my age and that sucks. People used to say that I looked young for my age, not so much these days. I’ve never considered myself very good looking, but I never thought I looked “old”. Yeah, vanity I know. I think the pain, the drugs, the job, and the sleeplessness have all put some miles on my face. Insert deep sigh. It bothers me that I’ve lost some of my hair. It bothers me that I have a gray hair in my beard. Every time I let it grow out I pull that gray hair out. It’s just a matter of time now. Yeah, I know I’m lucky that I haven’t gone gray yet and all that shit. Yeah yeah yeah. This is me bitching, we’re not talking about you (yet), bear with me.
I didn’t mind when kids started calling me “Mr. Lloyd.” I thought that was OK, I felt like that was something I earned around 30. The 30s were good. I did a lot in that decade of my existence. I’m not going to go into all that but I will say that I accomplished many things back then. I was still able to do all the things that I wanted. The decade of the 40s won’t be like that. I can’t imagine skiing, racket ball, playing 36 holes of golf in one day, not even running now. All that’s gone, and (you guessed it) it sucks. But this blog isn’t really about that, it’s about aging itself. Perhaps I am leaning to the down side of things because of the screws in my spine and the pain they have brought into my life. Maybe I’m just a little farther along the path than others of my age. Maybe I’m getting a preview of what true “old age” is going to be like and it scares me, or simply pisses me off. I don’t know, but every time I think about my age I end up in sadness.
It’s a fact that I feel like the “middle” is the end. I think about dying a lot. I’m not scared of it. I hope its a long time away though. I feel like at this age I’ve finally realized that I will die sometime. I want to live to be about 75 or so. That would be cool. I just have this feeling of wonderment about it all. I’m excited to see what’s going to happen. I have my own personal beliefs and I hope they come true. I want to do so much between now and then, but I also feel like I have accomplished so much. I don’t want to leave Robin alone. I don’t want to leave Brit and Cassy. I have an unfinished blog about death that I'll post some day, I add little observations to it once in a while. Even though I'm not ready to go, I can not wait to see 1 and 2 again. Oh how I want to see my grandmother. Sometimes, even though I hardly smell anything since my sinus surgery, I catch a whiff of her perfume. I wonder if she's right here with me when that happens? I miss the ones that have gone so much. I hurt for them every day, God I hope I get to see them again.
I’ll try to inject some positivity into our little talk. Even though I am madder than hell about aging, I accept it. I’ve lived a great life and I know it. I was blessed, truly blessed, to have a great childhood and adulthood. I certainly can’t complain about any of that. Many of my friends have experienced much more heartache than I have and they have much more right to bitch about our age. I’d like to do some things different, if I knew then what I know now kind of thing (I’d have shot and killed that fucking horse). But overall it is what is and I’m satisfied. I’m looking forward to retirement and living on a farm again. I can’t wait to live on a road where I can drive by moonlight. I want to feel what it’s like to be on the back of a horse running flat out with his ears back again. There are many more fast cars and faster bikes in my future, and I have one more house to build. The greatest thing about all that is that I’ll get to spend it with Robin, but even if we had nothing I would still be satisfied just being with her.
My purpose in writing this was to vent, of course, but honestly if you feel like I do I want you to know that you’re not alone. I think some of you hate it too and I share your anguish lol. We’re in this boat together and I’m here for you... O’ Gray One. 40 is sucking right now but 50 isn’t that far away and it’s going to suck worse. Make the most of the decade and be “younger than your age.” That’s my advice, I’ll try to follow it myself. If I can 8)
So, this has been me ranting about getting old. It happens. I don’t bitch much in my blogs so please allow me this self pity. Thanks.
See you soon,
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