September 6, 2010
Waxing Philosophical
3:51 AM | Posted by
jenniy
I wish I could say I've "tied one on" tonight and that after a long night at the bar, I've gone for an omelet at IHOP. Not just any omelet. A Big Steak omelet. That's the best after you get a little whiskey in you, you know. Instead, I'm making the 40 mile trek because I'm old.
I'm not exactly sure when it happened but somewhere between 25 and my soon to be 29, I lost touch for staying up all night partying with friends and checking out local music and getting laid. Ok. The last part isn't true. I'm not sure if there's ever going to be a time when I'm really too old to stay up all night to get laid. But at some point, I started getting tired at midnight and cleaning my house actually became some sort of priority. I'm not saying its a good thing, but it is what it is. I don't even think I'm friends with anyone I used to stay up all night with anymore. Not only have I lost some sort of magical youth mojo, I've also lost touch with friends. Or at least the people that appreciated my mojo. In just a few years time, without my even noticing, I became someone I used to mock. Whiskey actually never sounded as good as it does right now.
Tonight, though, I am traveling with the windows down on my way to eat eggs and pancakes with an STP unplugged album blaring into the dark.
I'm not exactly sure when it happened but somewhere between 25 and my soon to be 29, I lost touch for staying up all night partying with friends and checking out local music and getting laid. Ok. The last part isn't true. I'm not sure if there's ever going to be a time when I'm really too old to stay up all night to get laid. But at some point, I started getting tired at midnight and cleaning my house actually became some sort of priority. I'm not saying its a good thing, but it is what it is. I don't even think I'm friends with anyone I used to stay up all night with anymore. Not only have I lost some sort of magical youth mojo, I've also lost touch with friends. Or at least the people that appreciated my mojo. In just a few years time, without my even noticing, I became someone I used to mock. Whiskey actually never sounded as good as it does right now.
Tonight, though, I am traveling with the windows down on my way to eat eggs and pancakes with an STP unplugged album blaring into the dark.
Maybe it will help scare away the deer.
I sing along to all the songs I know and love and make up words to sing along to the others....
Halfthemaniusedtobedrivingfasterinmycartheseconversationskillprettypennysailmedowntheriver.
This unplugged set mostly took place in 1993. 17 years ago. I dug this band a lot back when I was 17. And its been 12 years since then. It suddenly occurs to me I'll never get kids these days with their whiny posthardcore bullshit.
In my head I imagine I'll ask some kid one day soon if they've ever heard of stp and they'll reply, "oh, that classic rock stuff?" And I'll give them a black eye. That, the black eye, will prove I'm old but damnit I've still got it.
I'm almost 30 but my jeans are still ripped. Apparently I don't feel old exactly. Not mentally. Its just factual. I'm old. Which brings me back to my current trip down to IHOP.
In my head I imagine I'll ask some kid one day soon if they've ever heard of stp and they'll reply, "oh, that classic rock stuff?" And I'll give them a black eye. That, the black eye, will prove I'm old but damnit I've still got it.
I'm almost 30 but my jeans are still ripped. Apparently I don't feel old exactly. Not mentally. Its just factual. I'm old. Which brings me back to my current trip down to IHOP.
Today was a Saturday. I've been caring for some orphaned puppies for the last few weeks and got up today to clean out their kennel and give them a bath. I painted some of the trim in the living room. I washed some clothes and wiped down the kitchen. I played outside with my full grown great dane and the puppies for a little bit. And by the time that was all done, I was just too tired to cook an omelet myself. It seemed too daunting a task. And I realize halfway through my trip that I did nothing much to warrant being this tired but here I am anyway. I can't even relate to that song Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old). It's more like When Did I Get This Damn Old?
I want to say that I'd like to get stoned in a room covered in glow in the dark stars listening to Led Zeppelin with some close but not too close friends and wax philosophical through discussions with themes such as "What if we're all just figments of someone's sick imagination?" or "what if aliens watch what we do like we're a reality TV show?" But I'd be lying. In truth, all I can think about is how ready I am to go to bed and maybe next weekend I'll stay up all night having some great discussion somewhere.
Apparently, old people like kidding themselves.
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2 Comments:
Getting older myself, im 35, i find that when i watch all these bar flies around me, im a bouncer at 2 diff clus/bars, i dont miss it. True, i am now proudly Straight Edge and still enjoy my 'old school' rock and metal as well as alot of the newer even more hateful bands out there. Im more hateful. I find myself not enjoying going out in public because frankly, people disgust me.
I dont miss being young and 'dumb'. I dont miss the urgency to get hammered. i do love the fact that i DID act a fool and was that kid people warned their kids about. I still am!! LMAO
But i digress...the realization that we are getting older is also an enlightening experience, that i fucking love.
"i woke up today and felt my age for the first time, in both my mind and body. and my thoughts are less of fitting in and more of being a better man. i just want to be a better man." Stick To Your Guns - Some Kind Of Hope from The Hope Division (2010)
-Jon Hole
I like this post, because honestly, I felt it right with you. I may not be as old but I see the times and change that is taking place right in front of me. The way you explained the fact that one day some douchebag kid listening to Willow Smith ( will smith's daughter who just put out a song, mind you ) is going to call my music "classic rock" or "oldies".
The option you gave about the black eye sounds fitting. I wouldn't want to go to jail for sending some pop-cultured shit head to the hospital, i'd much rather just dot the kids eye and be done with it.
Just as well I can relate to the "When the hell did I get this old?" statement. Time hasn't waited to turn me older, slower, and fatter. The one good thing time has done for me though is to place patience and a willingness to learn in my skill set. I feel I have become able to learn easier with time. Like my mind has become more absorbent than when it was in high school.
Your a very smart woman jenniy, and i'm glad to learn everything I can from you while we have our time together. Great post and keep 'em cuming ( pun intended ).
Love,
That loser guy you might have heard of..
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