March 2007
Man aged immeasurably, activists claim
That’s me. I have aged. I’m old. Older. No-one claimed it, there were no activists, it was just a sensational headline; it’s my birthday today and I’m thirty four as of 3pm this afternoon. It’s interesting, in the sense that I can remember when the idea of me being this old was a very abstract thought, it was just too far away. But here it is. I don’t know what to make of it other than I’m not married, I don’t have children, I don’t own property, I do have a car but it’s a little one, and I still don’t have an great deal of responsibilities to worry about.
That’s me. I have aged. I’m old. Older. No-one claimed it, there were no activists, it was just a sensational headline; it’s my birthday today and I’m thirty four as of 3pm this afternoon. It’s interesting, in the sense that I can remember when the idea of me being this old was a very abstract thought, it was just too far away. But here it is. I don’t know what to make of it other than I’m not married, I don’t have children, I don’t own property, I do have a car but it’s a little one, and I still don’t have an great deal of responsibilities to worry about. In other words, I don’t have very much more complication in my life than when I was twenty four apart from a relationship (So, I could be married and have children by the time I write my next post, although that could be any time within the next ten years. Don’t hold your breath.) and so, if age is affecting me then it must be a certain world weariness or physical degradation. I do feel the years pulling at me, I’m balding, slightly overweight, I don’t recover from physical activity or injuries as fast as I used to…
I’m not complaining, mind you. Just stating the facts.
Me standing on the beach in Wexford county, in February. Photo taken by my mother, Gerda. Taken 11th February 2007.. Click image to view larger version »
I went to the doctor on Friday, in fact, with a series of ailments collected over the months (Because of the spiralling cost of healthcare in Ireland, I’ve taken to doing what many Irish people do now which is waiting until various ailments reach either high levels of inconvenience/danger, or the required level of cost effectiveness per individual ailment is reached.) and I notice that more and more, these things are down to wear and tear.
In the meantime, if tonight, Tuesday 13th of March 2007, you find yourself in Dublin city centre somewhere, call into the Market Bar or call me on +353 86 856 2978 to see where we’re at. Next Saturday (the 17th) I’ll be on the town too, so catch me then instead if you want for a slightly rowdier time. It’s all good.
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