Recently I had discovered that I’m getting old. I know… I know… It isn’t like this should have come as some big surprise or shock. In fact I have been getting older all my life, but for some reason I feel much the same way I did when I was 14. My intellect and my emotions are that of a freshman in high school, even as my body has continued to rot underneath me. Strange…
Anyway, somehow over the years I’ve managed to turn a blind eye to my aging. I don’t look in the mirror that much and that definitely helps with the denial. When you have kids, however, denial goes out the window… you are continuously confronted with your own mortality. It is hard to pretend you are youthful when a real “youth” is looking up at you from way down below… acting all… all…. “youthful”. There’s just no way you can ignore the differences. For one, kids don’t like to take naps! Can you imagine?! I’d give my right arm for a nap right this very second, or any second for that matter…. Kids??? They hate them. In fact, when my one year old gets sleepy, he’ll fight and cry and struggle until he is finally and totally exhausted and falls into a sleep that I can only dream (pun intended) about (little bastards).
The other main difference between adults and kids are feet in the pajamas. There is just no way that an adult can get away with it. Kids?… cute…. Adults?… creepy… unless you are a hot 24 year old woman… then maybe…. but as soon as she hits 25?…. it smells of desperation (hey… look at me, I’m cute). I, for one, would really like to have feet in my pajamas but I know my kids would laugh at me and I’d have to hide them from my wife, friends and the postman… it just isn’t worth it… but I miss them dearly.
Gene, I hate sleeping (really) same as I was a teenager, and my sister loves to. So what)?
Emmanuelle Beart is 40 something (ah, she’s lovely) AND she has insomnia. ANd she looks great… (well basically I adore her)))
I just think some people are young and some aren’t. My grandfather was more handsome, full of sunshine, charm and wit in his seventies that some kids and of course just young adults are. Some are just boring.
I think the point is the spirit. Sometimes there is something boring, mean, envious, dull in people that makes them so annoying (ever listened Blur the story of a charmless man)))?
ANd by the way, what is that point about pajamas, some American way to define age? I really didn’t get completely))). YOu mean pajamas is just for uniors (slacks and a shirt?) Phew good I don’t wear them))