Foxy Lollop’s Earth-Vexing Wool Sack
Tuesday, February 20th, 2007Slice-A-Life (TM): I spent most of Saturday drinking beer and gin & tonics with family and a substantial part of the night thinking about how great things have been since I’ve turned 30 and how certains things need to be expediated before I get too old.
Aging is a really odd thing. I don’t fear getting old, I just fear losing time.
Here’s to 33 years.
February 20th, 2007 at 3:57 pm
happy birthday. i think what is scary about aging is the thought of being pretty much the same as i am now but trapped in a 60 year old body. i talk to people like my mom and they confide that in their minds they are so much younger, but the body defies that. idk, it’s just strange and a little sad. the thing to realize is you will only continue to get older so lamenting is futile. i guess the answer is to embrace life and not think about numbers.
February 21st, 2007 at 9:44 am
Thanks, Calan.
Long ago time was still just a friend of mine; I’m a slave to time, it no longer waits for me… or so say Canadian indie urban-country sensation Cuff The Duke.
I can’t say that my body has started yanking the brakes on anything I want to do, though I have noticed that I require more sleep than I used to. Not a big change, as I can still go without issue with only six hours in me, but it’s still something I’ve noticed.
I guess there is something scary about wanting to stay the same yet being unable to follow up on it physically.
March 7th, 2007 at 5:31 am
my body hasn’t yanked any brakes yet either. but i’m a girl and i wanna stay cute, damn it. there, i said it. i’m vain and shallow. shoot me nooooooooow!
i dont know. it’s the numbers that are starting to scare me. they keep getting higher, you know? what’s up with that?