pensiveI'm never playing a down of football in the NFL. I'm never going to front a world famous rock band. I'm never going to hit a homerun in the World Series. I'm never going to hit a three for the Bulls. I'm never going to crane kick my way to a Karate Championship. You get the point.
Lots of us have dreams and goals, but eventually you grow up, and unfortunately some of those have to fall to the wayside. The point was further cemented on Sit Down, Shut Up. (which incidentally isn't that bad but doesn't live up to my expectations) One of the teachers starts talking about how he's going to have a huge house when grows up and then realizes he's 40.
Exactly.
Melissa and I always talk about the island we're going to have, or the Mustangs (I think they've become Challengers at the moment) we're going to buy. It's all in fun, kind of like talking about what you're going to spend your lottery winnings on, (when in reality the odds are better that you'll actually play in the NFL, hit a homerun in the World Series, hit a three for the Bulls AND hang out with Ewoks before you win the big jackpot) but it's sort of depressing at the same time.
I've always had this problem with time. You know how kids are always crying about growing up? When I grow up, blah, blah, blah. Or I can't wait to turn X so I can Y. Well, as far as I can recall I never, ever, wanted to get older. I was driving as soon I learned how, damn the man and his license. I never really got into drinking until college and even then I didn't care. Voting? Whatever. The point is that I've never necessarily been afraid of aging, but I've never really looked forward to it either. All this stuff with my mom and Melissa's mom, it's just reminding me of my mortality. Time is short. It just keeps on getting shorter.
I hate comparing myself to others my age or younger, but it can't be helped. So and so wrote her first screenplay at the age of blah, blah, blah. Whatshisface was the CEO of Acme at the age of whatever. Eh...didn't I say I was going to change the tone of my posts? Hmm...
The weather's getting nicer...umm...that's cool.
Yeah...
One,
The real Noriega
