This morning while listening to the 80’s radio station on Spotify I actually came out and said the following to my Partner in Crime.
“80’s music was just better.”
Then I was called old.
I’m 35 years old.
Strictly speaking Amanda, is still less than a decade old.
But if I am totally honest I do feel old. Some days very, very old.
As any of my readers by now knows, I have a lot of physical problems. And one of the more troublesome aspects of those problems is that most mornings I wake up feeling as though I’d been beaten in my sleep. Hard. With a cricket bat. This manifests in my barely being able to walk the 15 feet to the toilet, and usually having to collapse back on to my bed for a little while afterwards.
Even 5 years ago I used to jump out of bed, and immediately be able to move gracefully. Now, I sort of half stumble everywhere for the first ten minutes out of bed.
Emotionally, I don’t fall for people like I used to. In fact in the past 12 months I’ve only had one crush. And even there I find myself not having any hope in my heart at all. It kind of feels like I found wisdom in loving, and that wisdom sucked the joy of adventure from my heart.
I can’t stay up late anymore. I want to be in bed with a mug of hot milk by 10pm every, single, night. And if I do stay up late it takes me days to stop feeling tired.
I can’t drink anymore. It just makes me feel, yuck.
I find myself watching old movies, and preferring them to modern remakes. I actually realized last week that I prefer The Thing From Another World (1951) to The Thing (1982).
I find myself wishing that gaming companies would stop making new games, and start updating the graphics on old games. I’d love to play a version of the Breath Of Fire series, where nothing has been changed aside from the music and graphics.
Do all of these mean that I am now old?
I’d rather sit in with a DVD than go out to a bar.
Actually I’d rather sit in with a parasitic worm infection than go out to a bar.
Am I setting in my ways.
Are carpet slippers, and 30 cats my next port of call?
My Random Ruminations. 