i am still perplexed by this thing we call "turning 50". i have never in my life run up against something this perplexing! everybody told me that after a while, life would just continue on as it had before, but how long before "a while" has passed? cuz i am here to tell ya that life is not as it was before. damned perplexing, it is.
tonight i was planning to attend a "bike night" at the hammer museum in westwood.
it was part of the los angeles "bike to work week" that occurred this week. it sounded fun! there was going to be all kinds of bike related activities" photos with you and your bike, t-shirts made, new products, art, films, and lots and lots of people on bikes. just look at how crazy fun the poster looks!
now when i have to go someplace, i have to pedal there. with my legs and with my feet. true, i rarely have to wait for anyone, but i don't move unless i exert effort. physical effort. and must i remind you that i am 50?
well, the effort to get to westwood tonight was just too too much for me to think about, despite the premise of fun that potentially awaited me. but let's face it, who wants to be around a bunch of fun folks when the eyes are drooping? not me, kids!
the funny thing is that i would have fit in just fine there, despite the fact that most of the attendees would have been half my age or more. because i just don't "look" 50, at least as far as people expect 50 to look.
|couple years ago at a bike event|
|a year ago for halloween--i apologize for NOTHING!|
|a few months ago at work|
and that is the rub. i seem to be aging "backwards" from the way most people age. most people, it seems, lose the body and the face and the youthful appearance WAY before they lose the youthful way of thinking.
and that sucks. who wants to be in an older body with the thoughts and desires of a younger man? (think woody allen in "manhattan") i, on the other hand, seem to be reclining into the thoughts of an older man, while retaining my youthful body and such. in other words, imagine having a perfectly working order espresso maker, but you no longer want to drink coffee. what becomes of the appliance? you can't throw an expensive item away, so you keep it on the counter, and friends come over to your house and comment on how beautiful it is and how great it is to have it, to which you respond, "yeah, it is nice, but i really have no use for it anymore, so it just sits there, unused".
get the picture?
i am not ready to start thinking like an older man. tonight, i did not "think" like a man of 50, i "thought" like a man of 60, or at least how i imagine a man of 60 would think. and meanwhile, my "appliance" sits there, in fantastic condition, unused. i am aging backwards.