As I type this I am 42. Not that old in the grand scheme of things. I still get called ‘Kid’ by some people at work, which I find highly amusing… B-)
While some aspects of growing old suck arse… My knees will never be classed as ‘good’ again, my back hurts and both my vision and memory are on the way out… But there are some good aspects to getting old. I no longer feel the need to prove myself to others. Maybe I am just a cynical bastard, maybe I am simply a realist, but I no longer care what others think. To be honest I never really did. I have always been on the outside of ‘the group’, looking in and frequently wondering “WTF, dude?” O.o
I don’t know if this is a common thing when people get older. I do know that many get more active with others as they get older, I seem to be doing the opposite.
This is one of the reasons I started my gardening blog. I sometimes wonder if nobody spoke to me would I have spoken to anyone else again?
You also get to head back to being a child. I can make stupid, childish jokes and people can laugh at them… Because when you get older you realise that jokes are jokes.
Q – What did the metric alien say ?
A – Take me to your litre !
You groaned didn’t you? I laughed because it was stupid… It was a stupid joke and I am OK with that because I laugh at funny things without worrying about what others think.
All in all I don’t mind growing old… I have even become Zen to my loss of hair. #BaldIsBeautiful B-)