Yeah, I think I’m getting old.
I’ve started noticing that the young people around me, when they’re talking about something old, the shit they’re describing I remember pretty clearly in my teens. I think the old guy they’re describing is me.
Oh well. I barely care.
I wouldn’t trade it for a thing. I’ve seen some shit, and lived through it and came out the other side. Old is just a number. I’m a 25 year old 50 something.
It’s nice to see the world as it is: I have no illusions. I’ve been to the puppet show, and I’ve seen the strings. The challenge is, working with people who still think there are no strings. I’ve found that honest people can spot bullshit a mile away. I gravitate to those people.
I’m just spitting out a post here, giving a random thought. I should stop now.
It’s good being older. You’ll see when you’re old.