Mellow morning thoughts on aging

You know, I was arrogant enough to think that my generation has changed the outlook of people about being over the age of 25.  Well, it suddenly dawned on me that we’ve changed our OWN outlooks, not everybody’s.

I remember a few years ago, everywhere I went online, I saw people who were under 30.  It was as if people died at 30 or something.  Now, on dating sites, myspace, here, LiveJournal, etc., I see all different ages, and I’m so glad about that.

My body is 30 years old, but my soul is older.  I know….weird.  I was always that.  Older and weird.

So it’s not a bad thing, getting older.  I personally never really thought it was, though I must admit, I didn’t want to grow up.  But since I had to, why regret getting older?

By the time I hit 40, I’ll probably be sick of being in my 30s anyway.  Same with 50 and so on.  Time marches on, and life is awfully short in some ways.

Anyway, I guess I’ve blabbed enough.  It’s 9:12am, and I’m drinking decaf, because My Mikey is still asleep.  When he wakes up, I’m gonna give him decaf and see if he notices the difference!

Love to one and all. (Except Hurricane Rita)

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack