I’ve touched on this subject before. In fact I seem to dwell on it an awful lot so perhaps I’m as obsessed with it as an aging pop star or fading film star? Age, is it just a number or is it something you should strive to hold at bay? How many of you have seen those individuals who insist on not just thinking they are still in the full flush of youth but dress and act that way?
Alright I’m not against living the life you want and if that means going out clubbing (that’s night clubbing not seal clubbing to all my animal friendly friends though I have no doubt that it would be an activity needing nearly as much energy and a hint of masachistic intent) until the birds sing with joy as the sun breaks over the skyline then fine (I’d love to know what legal substance you’re on and can you get me some?).
What I’m not so keen on is people trying to squeeze themselves into the same clothes they did when young free and a few pounds lighter. I talk from a position of some knowledge having just shed two stones for the tenth time (me yo-yo dieting? No I just love putting that weight back on again, really I do…). No I don’t mean I lost the weight to get into my old denims it was purely to stop myself growing out of my current clothes, they were getting a touch tight! Honest I gave my old glitter suit away to charity years ago…
Apparently we are all living longer (apart from those that don’t obviously but we are talking generalisations here) and 30 is the new 20, 40 is the new 30 and…, well you get my drift. People of 40 look so much younger than they did when I was in my 20’s or is that just my perspective? Yes policemen do look an awful lot younger than they used to but that’s because 20 is the new 10, isn’t it?
Anyway I’m 47 which seemed so old when I was 10. In fact 16 seemed very old when I was 10! But now well I’m a youngster or I would be were I standing for President or Prime Minister. Obviously if I was an athlete I’d be getting my pension by now!
I’m hoping I match my grand parents, one who is still with us and 91, my dear departed grandpa who was 92 and my other grandpa who was 89. Whichever way you look at it though I’m still middle aged (unless I get into my next century!).
I think I’ve written enough now on age unless my memory plays up and I write some more at some point in the future… Have fun at the disco won’t you and please think of me sat here in my slippers with my cup of cocoa as you bop the night away.