Getting Old
Okay, in one sense, I’m not really getting old. And in another, I feel I’ve always been old. or always felt old, or something like that. And perhaps old isn’t really the right word for it. Somehow, a seemingly incongruous combination of being arch, crotchety, and phlegmatic all at once sums it up, but doesn’t really do it justice. Oh and tired. More than a little tired. I recall toward the end of college complaining that I felt “tired, in a cosmic way — an unspeakable empty-fuel-tank kind of tiredness, whether I’m having a blast and active or sitting around with a slight buzz, it’s always there”. Well, that was all a bit dramatic, which I’ll chalk up to youth, but I didn’t feel young. It’s the darnedest … Continue reading