Train Musings of Tuesday, October 16th 2012: “Youthful”

The below is some thoughts that I clicked out with my thumbs while on the train a couple days ago.  I will do my best to get the turn around time down and post as ‘real time’ as possible.  I just like to look at it in a browser before posting, to make sure all is sitting where it should and check the spelling and throw in a random photo from the intertubes.  As you will see, it is a very rambled stream of consciousness.

Charade titles by Maurice Bender

F. Scott Fitzgerald died at age 44, leaving behind an impressive and time-tested body of work that any writer would chop off their fingers to have. I am 42, have had a string of unimpressive jobs and a 30-hit a day blog.

Age is something that I rarely think about, it is something that I am reminded of by others when they complain about being old and I am forced to acknowledge that we are the same age. I don’t think I act, look, or think “old” and the I do my best to silence any commentary about feeling old physically.

The internet has single-handedly shattered any possibility of “living in denial” of one’s age. Anyone with a facebook account has “friends” from high school that have not aged gracefully and who’s frighteningly conservative status updates only make you wonder what happened in their lives to take them from the fresh-faced bright-eyed high school seniors that we all were, to the progress-fearing crumpled paper bags that they are today. In those cases, it is best to just unfriend them and keep looking forward. I know for me, their facebook friend request is probably more social interaction than we had in all of our years of high school.

As Audrey Hepburn said to Cary Grant in “Charade,” declining his offer of friendship: “Because I already know an awful lot of people; until one of them dies, I couldn’t possibly meet anyone else.” Sadly, I fear facebook has not seen the film.

It is true, I do everything in my power to remain youthful. I sleep slathered in retinoids, work out daily, wear clothing that fits, and keep my teeth healthy and white, take vitamins, I limit my intake of toxins (animal products, alcohol, etc.) , and control my stress levels (gym, daily analysis of stressors to keep them in perspective, laughter, etc.). What I believe to be more important is a youthful approach to life, an inquisitive and adventurous nature, and an openness to new concepts and ideas. There are a lot of things I do not understand initially, not jumping directly to fear and rejection of them is the key. As we all know, Google has eliminated the need to ever ask anyone a question directly. Look it up. Learn about it. Decide if it fits into where you see your life heading. If it does, great. If it doesn’t, it probably will not have any effect on you. Move on. There is no need to fear anything that you do not understand anymore. It’s all what/Oh. Yes/No. Cool/Whatever. Next. Getting hung up on things is not youthful. Hating things that you do not understand and ultimately do not effect you is not youthful.

While I have absolutely no desire to be 23 years old again, even if I could know everything I know now, I do wish I could go back and tell the 23 year old me to be fearless. To not compare my exterior successes to those of others my age because what I can’t see inside of them is that they are going through the same shit I am.

I guess that is the difference from being youthful and being a youth?

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