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I hurt my back.

I was hooking a trailer up to the truck when all of a sudden I couldn't stand up straight anymore. This was about a year ago. Today my back feels great- tomorrow who knows?

Around the time that I was down in my back I began to think about how I was getting older. I still feel like a teenager sometimes, but I'm over thirty now. For all of the old-timers who will jump in and banter on about how thirty isn't old and that I'm still green, I realize that I'm not old. Its just that no matter how we sugar-coat it, I am in the beginning of the end.

As soon as you stop getting better and stronger, you start dying. Its just something we have to deal with.

I think I noticed it first with music. Throughout my teens and twenties I have always been on top of new music. I was always listening to demos of bands months before they got signed (sometimes years) . . . now I can hardly find anything to listen to that has been recorded in this or the last decade.

The music certainly has changed, but I'm beginning to think that if I heard this shit that they call music today when I was fifteen I might have been crazy about it like these hollow-headed skater kids riding past me as I type.

Its also evident that my way of thinking has changed otherwise. At one time I was unaffected by the news, but now I have to know everything that is going on anywhere in the world. I care about politics a lot more and it crept up on me! When I was younger I could have cared less who was elected or what laws they passed.

Getting old has its perks, or so I've been told. The only thing that I've seen so far is that I had to change bars because the only people that hang out there are little teeny-bopper-barely-legal-drinking-age folks. Now I'm slurping down beer and talking to the vets at the VFW. Not complaining- they are some cool guys.

If you are still reading (doubtful) and wondering if I have a point, I don't. I just felt a little overwhelmed and wanted to vent. I'll imagine that someone read it. Smile

I read it. I remember hearing my grandparents and my parents and me
and friends and youngsters and etc. all being amazed about how universal
all this life is too. More comforting than not. (Except the dang back thing.
So much for intelligent design.)

(03-30-2012, 05:43 AM)Mark Wrote: [ -> ]I hurt my back.

I was hooking a trailer up to the truck when all of a sudden I couldn't stand up straight anymore. This was about a year ago. Today my back feels great- tomorrow who knows?

Around the time that I was down in my back I began to think about how I was getting older. I still feel like a teenager sometimes, but I'm over thirty now. For all of the old-timers who will jump in and banter on about how thirty isn't old and that I'm still green, I realize that I'm not old. Its just that no matter how we sugar-coat it, I am in the beginning of the end.

As soon as you stop getting better and stronger, you start dying. Its just something we have to deal with.

I think I noticed it first with music. Throughout my teens and twenties I have always been on top of new music. I was always listening to demos of bands months before they got signed (sometimes years) . . . now I can hardly find anything to listen to that has been recorded in this or the last decade.

The music certainly has changed, but I'm beginning to think that if I heard this shit that they call music today when I was fifteen I might have been crazy about it like these hollow-headed skater kids riding past me as I type.

Its also evident that my way of thinking has changed otherwise. At one time I was unaffected by the news, but now I have to know everything that is going on anywhere in the world. I care about politics a lot more and it crept up on me! When I was younger I could have cared less who was elected or what laws they passed.

Getting old has its perks, or so I've been told. The only thing that I've seen so far is that I had to change bars because the only people that hang out there are little teeny-bopper-barely-legal-drinking-age folks. Now I'm slurping down beer and talking to the vets at the VFW. Not complaining- they are some cool guys.

If you are still reading (doubtful) and wondering if I have a point, I don't. I just felt a little overwhelmed and wanted to vent. I'll imagine that someone read it. Smile
life is most definitely fluid though it does get thicker as travel through it.
i think that while we may lose our youth or recklessness etc, we gain so much more. lumbago being one of those things, broken hips being a couple of others Big Grin i think i arrived at a point where i know what most people are going to do without them telling me, i'm pretty good at reading people, mainly through the experiences that scuttered up my life. i do remember being a lot more gung ho when i was thirty Big Grin and back in the day when i was 18 or so i hung out in bars with the older drinking man, i loved fighting back in the day and those hard drinking hard working navvies etc wouldn't let you down. now i still have the mouth but lack the clout Sad i have gotten milder, but in general i don't really care about stuff as much, age has it's ups and down. i like being mellow but at times i still like to rage Smile

WHAT?feeling you're going down now you're over 30?Man,i was going up like a rocket till at least 50,then started to level out a bit,i must say,the body isn't keeping up with the mind anymore the last 10 years or soHysterical

You need to get involved with a younger woman... my other half is 7 years younger than me, so you know the old adage about "you're only as young as..."? Big Grin Plus, psychologists think that if you've suffered a traumatic event it can stop your mind developing any further from the time it started to the time it ends -- I count my entire first marriage as a traumatic event, so I figure I can write off another 10 years! This is obviously why I'm back at university now Wink
I am with Leanne--- bear in mind that she has had to make the most colossal sacrifice, closet R------- f-- that she is. Also Mark, you are a bit on the old side --face it, adapt, get a decent pair of slippers, see if you can get Ovaltine. 50 years ago, I thoroughly intended to do myself in if I reached 21! But here I am, lingering on, blah blah blah Wink
leanne is a closet rastafarian?I would never have guessed
Mr Nuwas is suggesting that my nose is blue, how very rude!
razor fiend?
lets face it old man, you're past your prime. you can take up a hobby such as poetry though which won't break hips or vertebrae
To quote a song 'It's the getting to the point that is the hardest part . . .'

I have always taken for granted that I can drive a stake with a sledge or climb a ridge with a bundle of shingles . . . lately I've begun to wonder if I should look elsewhere for extra cash between shows . . . maybe I need to DJ Big Grin
hehe, songsters ripen with age. Smile
so do dirty socks
. . . and Aussie wenches Big Grin