Yer Old

I've never really thought seriously about getting old. I have always thought of myself as getting older but not once had I sat back and thought, "Shite, your getting old....". Well now I have, albeit a rather drunken thought but still, it remained with me throughout one of my all day hangovers.

I'm not sure what triggered it, but as I was being driven around town by some girl I hadn't met before and unlikely to meet ever again (my friend was in the front passenger seat) something in my head clicked over. It also should be noted that my friend and the two girls in the car were a few years younger than me, I'm guessing early twenties?? I didn't have a clue what the girl sitting next to me in the back seat was babbling about, nor the one in the front. Something about somebody's boyfriend being a prick, someone's boyfriends mother being a cow and something else about another one of their friends being a bitch... heh... I'm just guessing there on the last one... but it's a pretty safe bet. Now it should be said that I had no real interest in getting to know either of these two, I am sure they are great people and I wish them all the best. It's just that everyone at my friend's house had fallen asleep and me being a geek and not used to going to sleep before 2:00-3:30am was wide awake... and not nearly drunk enough to call it a night.

We pulled up out the front some seemingly random house but unfortunately the alcohol had ran out and the party had drifted on to the pub. Which was a pity because I was just about to have a good drunken discussion with one of the dudes out the front. Ahhh... not to be, "Hey man, we're going!" came a yell from the car. So we then drove around some more bitching about this and that, I contributed as best I could trying to find some common ground. This continued until quite late.... I think it was half five by the time I shut my eyes. I remember watching a skate video and seeing light creep through the window but there are a couple of lost hours in there.

I have to say that it's not that I didn't enjoy the night, I had a ball. It's just that it reminded me of what me and friends used to do...."Back in the day".
....WAIT....
There it is. That's what made me feel old. Back in the day.
Back in the day to me was doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. No thinking about consequences or responsibilities, whatever happens happens and whatever doesn't doesn't.

These days I have to make time for myself to go out and do random things and see if my mates can get a "night" pass to do the same. Everyone is having kids and starting to get there family life in order or established. I congratulate them and respect them highly for that and it has brought out a side in some of them that I have rarely seen in them and I like it.

I guess stepping out of a long relationship has left me with something I'm not used to.... freedom. The freedom to do whatever I want whenever I want, whatever happens happens and whatever doesn't doesn't. All with a few more restrictions than "Back in the day" of course...

Which finally brings me to my point, I'm pretty sure no one reads this blog anyway so I'm not sorry at all for the length of my posts. And if somebody does read this, please leave a comment about when you have felt "old".

The whole point of this post is that on the 9th of March it's "Get over it day". Damn good timing if I do say. Get over it you cynical old bastard, live it up.

Get Over It Day [mahalo.com]