A little while back, when I found myself not being interested in NEW! IMPROVED! -- in fact, finding that sitting home with my honey was more appealing most times than any other options -- I worried that I was "getting old." And not in the fine single malt sense.
But I came to understand why old people* can be content to, in an extreme stereotype, sit on a rocker on the porch just staring out at the sunset. Because they have enough going on inside their minds and hearts that they just don't need the constant fix of new or happening in the same way that younger people, who have not yet stored up those experiences, seem to "need" to.
There was a time I used to go out dancing (in spandex and rhinestones, god help me) EVERY Saturday night because. . . that's what you do in your 20's isn't it? Club called "Spit" (wtf?) on Lansdowne in Boston. One evening I asked my girlfriend "Are you having fun?" No. Me neither. And we were "full up" of discos on Saturday nights, seemingly for the rest of our lives. Glad we did it. Glad it's over.
Top of my list? Hearing Tom make the same pun over and over, to the point where I have the schtick memorized by now. Oh, yeh, and hearing him say I make his eyes happy every day. I think I don't need any more things on my list.
Great article. I've subscribed to The Simple Dollar because you keep referincing him, so thank you. :-)
*(Of course, some are just ill and have no energy. And some keep chasing LIFE!(tm) in many forms until they keel over.)
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dancerjodi) wrote2009-04-05 11:10 am
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But I came to understand why old people* can be content to, in an extreme stereotype, sit on a rocker on the porch just staring out at the sunset. Because they have enough going on inside their minds and hearts that they just don't need the constant fix of new or happening in the same way that younger people, who have not yet stored up those experiences, seem to "need" to.
There was a time I used to go out dancing (in spandex and rhinestones, god help me) EVERY Saturday night because. . . that's what you do in your 20's isn't it? Club called "Spit" (wtf?) on Lansdowne in Boston. One evening I asked my girlfriend "Are you having fun?" No. Me neither. And we were "full up" of discos on Saturday nights, seemingly for the rest of our lives. Glad we did it. Glad it's over.
Top of my list? Hearing Tom make the same pun over and over, to the point where I have the schtick memorized by now. Oh, yeh, and hearing him say I make his eyes happy every day. I think I don't need any more things on my list.
Great article. I've subscribed to The Simple Dollar because you keep referincing him, so thank you. :-)
*(Of course, some are just ill and have no energy. And some keep chasing LIFE!(tm) in many forms until they keel over.)