We're all growing old. Me, I'm thirty eight. But it seems like a year goes by and ten years have passed. I feel that we get so caught up in the throes of our youth that we never really contemplate old age, but I was wondering how you handle it. How you really handle it. Myself, I've grown accustomed to a lifetime of being alone. Now, in our youth, as most of us are, we try to be pragmatic, but who will still be around when we are old? More than likely, none of us will be here at eighty years old saying, "I've been at hipforums for sixty years." I don't know really where I'm going with this, except to say that growing old is really heavy. And I wish that everything would just stay the same. I wish you people would be around in thirty or forty years, though I know you won't be. And by that time, i will almost definitely be one of those who have succumbed to dementia and just spends all day in a cell in some ward shitting and pissing my pants. It doesn't really matter to me if I die old or I die young. I just feel so feeble already at thirty-eight, I know good things aren't in store for me, and it would be nice to know that at least someone actually cares.
What a ride it's been. I took a walk tonight. And I was conscious of the tree at the end of the driveway. And I told it that for all these years it has watched me shovel the driveway many times, and that it has heard the summer songs playing in my head as I pushed the mower past it for all these years. I told it how I felt the sun on my legs and the heat saturating my being. I told it of how I swore to remain young and strong, struggling and pushing my mower against the flow of time, and shoveling away at the time that stands between myself and that place when I was young and new. But I found that though I had some good success in that endeavor, I pushed myself against the flow of time to end up in a place long ago, and there's no one there anymore. They're gone, and it's lonely there. I pushed myself back against the flow of time, and the place is empty. That old road and that old house now stands there as a monument to what is lost. But is it really lost, or is it that I am simply refusing to acknowledge the process of time and my duty to respect it? If we are the gods of our creations, then it would appear that even gods cannot stop the flow of time. I have this terrible feeling because I'm almost at the point where I can no longer justify the energy required to uphold this form from the past. But it turns out that gods are stubborn as well as limited, and will play whatever old music they feel suits them in the moment or the past. After all, is there really anything to gain . . . or lose? There are things to hold close, and those things will be lost, and it seems a joke on ourselves by ourselves.
If you think it sounds depressing now, just wait until . . . well, you'll see. Heh heh heh. Yooooou'll see.
Yeah same. But aging has spurred me into the person I am, cause I live fast and I just wanna do everything I can before I can't, so it's a blessing really, or else I might just end up sitting on the computer all day reading the news and getting involved in pointless bullshit on an internet forum. Lolz. So while these cats in 15 years still probably pulling their dicks over Donald Trump imma be like fucken 2021? yeah fuck yeah i did this and this and that and I went here and experienced this. One day when I'm much older, I wish to slow down a bit, just enjoy elder life in the garden alongside my wife still, with my dog and the rabbits. Just being a peaceful ol' witch in the backyard, still though, without a care in the world just doing my thing. Maybe I'll be smoking weed still when I'm 50 I don't know. Kinda told myself 40 was the cut off point for drugs cause you notice people over 40 when they're on too many drugs haha. Whereas a 20yo just peaks out and alert, older people seem the opposite. But I'm hoping I still smoke weed if I can. Ain't hurting nobody. And that's the main thing. I ain't hurting nobody now, before or in the future.
Or maybe when I'm 50 and all my properties are paid off and I can literally sit back and say, well if I sell off this unit I'll have like 400,000€ to play with, and then maybe I'll find a nice 18yo house gf. You're only as old as the person you're fucking, right? lap up some of that teen elixir.
God, it's so sad. I wish good luck to you Irminsul and Henderson, because you won't be around when I'm old. You are just here today, gone tomorrow. And all i have in store for me is some convalescent home, where they try to keep you from puking all over yourself. It makes me really sad.
Does it include the ritual drinking of blood, or are you referring to the actual fountain of youth searched for by Ponce de Leon?
I actually had a co-worker that called me a vampire. I think it was because i'm always out at night, would barely eat, and got very little sleep. Kinda odd for those reasons. But little did he know how right he was. Until it was too late of course.
Okay no-one listens to me on this subject, even though from what I can tell I have one of the healthiest relationships to ageing. First, I don't experience this "time speeding up" thing. Maybe at some point I will, and there is a slight perceptual difference between time as a seven year old and time now, but not enough to make a thing of. If I think of something that happened two months ago, it can feel like six months ago. Time speeds up, NOT when you age, but when you get into routines and don't learn and do new things, when you don't have lots of new information to process.. so for most people, when they age. But it doesn't have to be that way. Everyone knows it doesn't REALLY speed up, that it's just perception.. sooo.. that makes it controllable. You can figure out how or talk to me in more depth about it : ) Second, I DO think about it, a lot. people who say they "get bored".. this is what i mean.. okay so you're bored, so why not sit and contemplate the fact that one day you'll be 70? I think about it so much that I feel I have made peace with it. The unknown IS scary... so make it known. @I'minmyunderwear not thinking about it won't stop it happening, it'll just make it more of a shock when it does. you'll be one of those people who feel they look in the mirror and are suddenly old. i've "seen" myself when i am old, in my mind's eye. i've accepted that woman as myself. sometimes when i'm running, i'll stop a moment and consider being so old that i can't do what i'm doing.. and how it won't matter. this is what i'm doing now, there will be something else i'll do then.. even if it's just thinking. Or like Irminsul says up there.. yeah, just chill in the garden. The pace of life may change and that's not a sad thing. old age is taking us further to the edges of this life.. i think i will spend my time meditating and attempting astral travel and all that kind of stuff : ) If you look after yourself physically, and i mean REALLY do, and you keep playing games and staying excited and having fun... all these things will help with the physical aspect of ageing. Look around at the average 35 year old.. lots of them are not healthy. The problems we think of as being to do with age.. I think a great deal of it is the combination of old age AND bad health. And when I say "bad", I mean "average". Our average is not very healthy... not compared to how humans are meant to be. I could probably carry on but I'm trying to eat breakfast. But yeah, i'm not scared of ageing. I can see the difference in my skin between now and ten years ago.. and it doesn't bother me. i mean, i am still young and still look young, but i'm starting to see where i will develop lines and wrinkles and stuff.. and i dunno.. i kind of think i'll still be beautiful : ) Another problem is we see beauty in too narrow a way... we like sexual peak beauty.. reproductive beauty... that's all bullshit. Old people can be beautiful. Wrinkles and grey hair can look beautiful. Death is an adventure.
i like the idea of being old (and still reasonably healthy though not wealthy nor wise.) i don't like the idea of not getting to stay that way very long or that it ends in death i'd love to live another 30 years, or even another 70. another birth, infancy and childhood on some random alien world, is no less likely then a single eternity. infinite possibilities, and no guarantee of any of them. i don't have to contemplate that i'll be 70. i AM 70 (71 actually) bored? sure if you expect the universe to entertain you, expect to be. instead, dig out that old imagination and dust it off. you can dream better then anything you can expect to see produced by for profit media. the only time i'm bored, is when people demanding the world's attention rob me of thinking my own thoughts and dreaming my own dreams i have the same amount to do, and to amuse myself by, as i've had at any other time in my life. no more absent minded then i was in high school. no less either of course. one thing, i do fall asleep in front of the computer if i'm doing the same thing for too long, so i don't think it would be a good idea for me to get a car, even if i could afford it, but i sure would like to see back roads and live places that aren't cities, and still be able to play on the computer and have a diversity of good things to eat.