We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance. – Goethe.
I notice that there are tell-tale signs when one is getting old.
One is the unflinching belly and the usual craving for sweets as one would sit apprehensively looking for a quick fix inside an office, a cup of coffee, or a can of soda would suffice.
Second is the growing need for interaction or the loss thereof, as one goes home and is forced to remember the past as it was when you can sleep all day and think of nothing but going places and smoking things or ingesting them into your system afterwards forgetting who you are and that was sure bliss.
Third is the typical question: “Are you married?”, “Do you have kids?”, “How much are you earning?”. even the inevitable “Are you still a virgin?” becomes passe in the eyes of the ageing.
Fourth is when you look at old photographs and new ones and you recognize that you have more wrinkles than before and your hairline is thinning while your waist line and cholesterol level is almost at a breakpoint. “Ah too much crispy pata” you say to yourself. But you hate going to the gym because you’ll miss sleep and the train will be full of people when you ride them to work so you let it be.
Lastly the songs you knew and sing when you were young are the ones you watch in MTV classic today. They are being revived again and again to the point of absurdity. Of course you still wanted to hear the original rendition but what the heck you can’t play your old cassette tapes kept in your old drawers upstairs.
These are also times when the usual problem you encounter are problems of the heart, women fearing that they will get old before giving birth, or being left for another by their boyfriends for “younger and finer meat”.
The men of my time starts to realize the power of wisdom in fooling the young and they go on philandering like mad stallions always ready to ride on new women.
What can I say?
This is a new age and a new time, I’m not sure if I belong here anymore or if it was any consolation that I was able to experience the peace of mind of not dragging your cell phone anywhere. I do that sometimes, I leave my cell phone home only to be greeted afterwards by some paranoid relative asking where the heck was I, as if bringing a cell phone anywhere is a proof of life.
So I look up to the page when I wrote the first sentence and check what I was writing about anyway only to feel secure that my memory still serves me right.
The truth is staring me in the eye.
I am leaving the age of 20′s and this year I’ll turn 30.
Should I sing and dance to the tune of Batibot?
Should I eat at a fancy restaurant?
Should I even celebrate it?
30 is 30
and I feel older than my age.
darn.
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tsk tsk tsk… palaki ng palaki yung mga edad natin. lol.
you look younger than your age.. =)