It struck me recently that I felt more “adultish” than in previous times. Maybe that’s due to the feeling of physical aging. It could be due to the mortgage. Maybe it is due to the impending student loan bills (I really held out hope for reform happening).
In any case, it is both invigorating and terrifying. Credit card companies all wanna talk. Terms like “financial advisor” roll off the tongue with a buttery ease. And capturing the passions of youth seems more elusive than ever.
I don’t feel “old” as of yet. But it sure seems a small step if I’m not careful. I had a cortisone injection in my left elbow yesterday to once again buy time for a tendon to heal. I guess it is good that I need that tendon to be as active as I’d like to be.
I don’t mind feeling adult. But holy hell I am not interested in feeling “old.” So where do we find the spice? What is the key to harnessing the youth? I don’t care to stop aging or find some magical fountain of youth. I’m not that vain. But I sure would like to use this flesh bipedal meatsuit to its full potential while I can.
Beta Testing Adulthood 