The Ides of March, man. The Ides of March.

tommydski wrote:

Rotten Tanx wrote:For example I recently stopped segregating my cutlery. I just drop it all in and let them mingle. Fuck it.

My OCD just kicked in like someone cold slapped me across the face.

Sick and wrong.

Really? My OCD doesn't mind it at all.

Let me think; of all the things I like about getting older which do I like most?

Oh, clip-clopping loudly down the street in my nice, loud shoes.

- Not having to worry about bills or money in general

- No longer sounding like the chirping idiots that are the twentysomethings I work with (I hope I never did)

- Being able to wake up early enough to go to the farmer's market on weekends

- Giving less and less of a fuck about other people's opinions and more about their actions with each passing year

- R-E-S-P-E-C-T on the job. I am the man at what I do and they all know it

Do us mid20s dudes sound as embarassing to you fogeys as teenagers do to us?

Say it ain't so!

Only the airheads, dave. The ones who can't string 3 words together without "like" between them. Unfortunately, this seems to be a VAST majority.

Wow, I appear to be missing the requisite components that go into making a person grow old gracefully. You all seem to be so well rounded. How the fuck do you do it? The older I get, the more anxious and uncertain I become. Nothing makes sense to me any more, and I'm only just on the cusp of hitting 30. I sincerely dread to think what I'll be like ten, fifteen or (if I get to it) twenty years from now.

Rimbaud III wrote:Wow, I appear to be missing the requisite components that go into making a person grow old gracefully. You all seem to be so well rounded. How the fuck do you do it? The older I get, the more anxious and uncertain I become. Nothing makes sense to me any more, and I'm only just on the cusp of hitting 30. I sincerely dread to think what I'll be like ten, fifteen or (if I get to it) twenty years from now.

I've highlighted the answer to your own question. You're not officially "getting older" until you hit the mid-30s. Until then, you're still a pain in the ass kid who should stay the hell out of my yard!

But seriously, I didn't feel like I was getting any kind of perspective on life and my place in the world until recently. Before that, it was just hummingbird time - flit flit flit.

Ty Webb wrote:hummingbird time - flit flit flit.

Do humming birds actually flit? I can see your reasoning, but I think you're doing them a disservice...any film I've seen of a humming bird has involved them going methodically from one flower to the next, draining it of nectar in a purposeful movement...I mean, they have to be drinking that stuff the whole time or they die (right?), that seems like a pretty driven existence...

Just sayin'...