Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
Him: Happy birthday!
Me: Thanks! I can’t believe I’m 8 years from 50.
Him: Nice way to think about it.
As I say it out loud, and it sounds so strange to me. Don’t feel 42. I’m told that I don’t look (particularly) 42. And yet I am.
There was a time where I was the “new guy” or “the kid.” Those days are long gone.
On April 17, 1973, I was a new soul. Couldn’t do anything on my own, and didn’t know a thing. All I wanted to do was eat and sleep. Which is little changed from now.
But as I slowly started figuring stuff out, stopped being a new soul became an old one.
Have you heard about this odd thing happening where adults are returning to “preschool” to re-live some of their earliest memories?
While I think it’s silly, I get it.
After a certain age, people try to re-live parts of their childhood that remind them what it was like when everything was new.
It’s why I am always reading something, because my childhood was spent studying, so learning something new is the closest thing I have to having that feeling of being a kid again.
It’s part of the reason why I take wrasslin and fencing classes and take things apart all the time – there’s always something new and cool to learn.
Besides, learning new stuff has the added benefit of always having cocktail conversation at the ready:
Me: …the liquor comes from the island of Curaçao; when Spanish sailors went there, they planted sweet Valencia oranges but the soil there transformed them in to these tiny bitter oranges.
Him: Why do you know know that?
Me: I have no idea.
Probably going to take it easy today; go to the gym and roll around like a kid with some friends and then top it off with some rum.
No longer a new soul but I’ll try not to be an old an cynical one for as long as possible.