Aphorism of the Month: The Great Riddle of middle-age is deciding whether you’re becoming wierd, or simply discovering wierdnesses that have been there all along.
You’re only 43. That’s not that old.
I farted twice while reading that aphorism.
Wierd by which measure?
I think that the second sums up not just aging but almost every change in life. Yeah, you may be different, but that’s not really changing the outside world the way that it feels like it is. You’re just seeing differently, now.
What’s all this, I’d find this on any random elderly person’s blog. I come here for deep thoughts, sir!
Gotta say, you had a couple of us here in Denmark worried about you 😉 Glad to see you haven’t abandoned this little spot on the internet 100 %.
Almost through Warrior-Prophet and very much looking forward to Thousand-Fold and Aspect-Emperor. Will get ’em done before White-luck and can’t wait to read that one either!
Greetings from Denmark with, still fresh, memories of a great, premature, christmas dinner!
When you get to middle-age, you should no longer care whether it is new or rediscovered, just revel in it.
I before e, except after c. AND WEIRD. And a multitude of other words.
(OK, I’ll turn Grammar Nazi Mode off)
Been there all along dude.
No, no RS. The Great Riddle of Middle Age is figuring out where the hell Youth went.
In youth we’re more fearful and forced to assimilate. In middle age the “real” you is finally free to return. (For some of us to some extent.) But it was always down in there hiding. So you both become weird and discover the weirdness that was always really there.
I wouldn’t normally use the word “weird” though.
We are what we are. We don’t discover anything new simply because the minute hand went around again. I never surprised myself in the past. I don’t now. It’s others who always surprise me, my friend.
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
-Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
middle age is like middle earth… except that after you’ve crawled across it on your hands and knees and destroyed the only precious thing you’ve ever owned, nobody gives a crap.
wordpress has a great spellchecker, man.
Life is the price we pay for death.
Congrats, you have paid half….
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