Yea, I use to be one of those funny people living in a large city. Working a job that had no future, for just this side of a livable wage, took public transportation and more often then not had to wear an apron.
Now, not so much. I've grown. I'm older now. I am a man. I've come to terms with the fact that I am now old.
"Old? How Old Are You? Why Do You Think You're Old? Is Hamlet Truly the Most Tragic figure in Literature? Or is he just Shakespeare's idea of a night time Soap?"
Those are the questions that usually get posed when I say that. While at the eye doctor I took an eye test in which all I could see was the... the... E. Even that was FUZZY! I felt like a drunk sorority girl trying preach Thoreau just to get in to some hippy massage circle.
People of my age are no long posting picture of cute pets (Dogs, Cats, Genetically altered Ferrets, Birds), in cute outfits (Cowboy, sailor, lobbyist for a third party soap factory, and ninja), doing cute things (open heart surgery, sitting upright, and sleeping).
They are now posting pictures of cute kids (Boys, Girls, Boy Georges), wearing cute clothes (Cowboys, dental hygienist from Morton Grove, sailor, and raggedy Ann) and doing cute things (lying there while drooling, Sitting there while drooling, sleeping while drool, open heart surgery)
Even I myself, has come to a personal realization that myself is marring. (Marring up but that is the point). So soon my pictures of dogs will be kids. But then I see some friends partying on boats, playing mud volleyball, going to rock concerts, performing open heart surgery and skiing in the summer time. Where as I myself go to bed around 9sih unless one of my shows are on. I read. That alone screams old man. I work in AM talk radio and listen to AM talk radio.
I fear and hate change. This is my first blog, I can't tell where this is going or if this is close to the end or not. I've gone on that many tangents. I just don't know the point of this right now.. zzzzzz I'm sorry I almost passed out by my prattling. Is it time for my bath>Yea, I use to be one of those funny people living in a large city. Working a job that had no future, for just this side of a livable wage, took public transportation and more often then not had to wear an apron.
Now, not so much. I've grown. I'm older now. I am a man. I've come to terms with the fact that I am now old.
"Old? How Old Are You? Why Do You Think You're Old? Is Hamlet Truly the Most Tragic figure in Literature? Or is he just Shakespeare's idea of a night time Soap?"
Those are the questions that usually get posed when I say that. While at the eye doctor I took an eye test in which all I could see was the... the... E. Even that was FUZZY! I felt like a drunk sorority girl trying preach Thoreau just to get in to some hippy massage circle.
People of my age are no long posting picture of cute pets (Dogs, Cats, Genetically altered Ferrets, Birds), in cute outfits (Cowboy, sailor, lobbyist for a third party soap factory, and ninja), doing cute things (open heart surgery, sitting upright, and sleeping).
They are now posting pictures of cute kids (Boys, Girls, Boy Georges), wearing cute clothes (Cowboys, dental hygienist from Morton Grove, sailor, and raggedy Ann) and doing cute things (lying there while drooling, Sitting there while drooling, sleeping while drool, open heart surgery)
Even I myself, has come to a personal realization that myself is marring. (Marring up but that is the point). So soon my pictures of dogs will be kids. But then I see some friends partying on boats, playing mud volleyball, going to rock concerts, performing open heart surgery and skiing in the summer time. Where as I myself go to bed around 9sih unless one of my shows are on. I read. That alone screams old man. I work in AM talk radio and listen to AM talk radio.
I fear and hate change. This is my first blog, I can't tell where this is going or if this is close to the end or not. I've gone on that many tangents. I just don't know the point of this right now.. zzzzzz I'm sorry I almost passed out by my prattling. Is it time for my bath?
Oh that's right. I'm talking about how old I am. I have a career. It's still pretty crappy with very little future. But it's a career. It might not require any true skills or talent. It's still helps me find a reason to get out of the apartment which I'm over paying for. Just like an adult.
I don't quip, pun, muse or use pros like I use to. Now I use innuendo as an innuendo. I grab a dictionary to read the works of Bob Newhart and Woody Allen while using Tolstoy* and anthology and history or Metaphysics* as a yoga block. That is how I use large volumes to help me. My posture has improved that asterisk. *
One day I'll be able to retire. Then I'll be able to watch all the great works as done by PBS, Ken Burns, and the Katy Independent School Districts under funded theatrical program.
As an old man I've made myself sad. So I'm going to go shot rats at the dump.
Thank you for reading this as you age with me.
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