So, I have decided that I am officially old. I don’t think I am old because of my age, although turning 40 in just over three weeks doesn’t help, but it’s official because of my son. Last Sunday I picked up my son from his mom. He was playing a game on her cell phone in her car.
A Very Addictive Game
The game was Angry Birds. I had never played Angry Birds. I had never seen Angry Birds. I heard about the game, but had no idea how to play it. Brett’s mom suggested that he show me how to play the game. He did, and he was quite good at the game.
Do you know why this game made me feel old? I have always been up to date. ALWAYS! I am up to date on pop culture and I am up to date with technology. I was creating web sites before there were programs to make web sites. That’s right, I know how to write HTML code. Of course, no one does that anymore, but when I did, very few knew how. Did it make me cool? Of course not! But that’s not the point. The point is, if you were to ask me about anything a 10 year-old to a 25 year-old would know about, I would know about it.
I have always felt that I would feel old when my children did things that I thought were stupid. Isn’t that the definition of being old? I feel like sitting on my porch and yelling “Damn kids!” The first sign of me getting old was when my son and I were at a movie and we saw a preview of ‘Justin Bieber: Never Say Never’.
Would it be wrong to forbid any Bieber CD to exist in my house?
My son turned to me and said, “I might want to see that.” WHAT!?!? I am sorry, but I just can’t support that. Now, I did not actually say that, but I thought it. I felt like saying, that’s not music, I will show you some real music. And that is exactly what an old person would say.
I have always prided myself in being up to date, being hip, cool with the kids, and down with the homies, but no more, I am outdated with no chance for an upgrade. I wake up with aches and pains, I am nowhere near the shape I used to be, and my favorite activity is golf. I practically have one foot in the grave. So, what am I going to do about it? I plan on embracing it. I have no problem with getting older. I will break 80 in golf this year, I just bought a brand new bottle of Ibuprofen, and I am delusional enough to believe that I am capable of getting my 25 year-old body back, and if I don’t, “Choice Man! Choice.”
Remember this movie? Then you are old too.
I like my life. I am getting older and that’s OK. Besides, what’s the alternative? If I am not getting older, I’m dead. So, it’s you and me Father Time. Bring it on! Besides, I just completed Angry Birds and I am only missing three stars. Take that Brett!
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I am a fan of Justin Timberlake. You read that right, a huge fan. I think everything he does is brilliant. I love his music, his acting, and he golfs. If I ever meet him, I will ask him to be my new BFF. You may think I am crazy or pathetic, but I have a JT man-crush. He just looks like he is having fun. If I ever become famous, I plan on handling my fame the same way that he does. He is awesome. Did I mention he golfs? I’m just sayin …
This may be my new look. What's not to love?
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