Random 10 Nov 2004 02:30 pm
On growing old
From Neil Gaiman’s weblog:
I woke up this morning and thought, “this is my last day of being forty-three. I’ll never be forty-three again.” But I bet I don’t feel forty-four tomorrow. I bet I still feel twelve.
Well, I’m 33 (or 0×21), and have been for a while, but I don’t feel it either. I feel just like I felt when I was 32. Or, for that matter, 21. Or 17. I think guys just mature until we’re 17 or 18, and then just keep going, pretending we’re becoming adults and, secretly, hoping that nobody else notices.
Does it make any sense at all?
