All of a sudden I feel very old deep inside. I have all those little pains, I can't sleep well, I forget things. I can't see anything clear without my glasses.
May be this is how one should feel when turning 39 :-). Bah. Sometimes it sucks getting older, but the alternative doesn't look that interesting either.
I started wondering if I'll ever run the New York marathon or not; now I always feel a pain on the side of my left knee after running a few miles.
But something that really made me feeling older was chat I had with a friend. It all started with a discussion about the new electronic piano I bought (an entry-level one, for about 1000 euros; I'm still terrible at the piano and I probably forever will, a 7000 euros piano wouldn't change that) and on how crappy it is (like how crappy is my computer, my graphic card, my shoes, my chair, Chopin and basically my whole life) and right after that I happened to get a chat message that wasn't meant for me... followed by a rather shocking "whoops... oh well, take a look you too... it could help".
The mistyped message was a link to someone that makes strange noises and burns CDs to sell them. I suppose that's meant to be music but I cannot avoid to compare what Chopin (forced to use more or less just twelve frequencies on a percussion instrument) was able to do compared to what that guy can do now with the total exact control of the waveform. The total control in those hands just produced crap. Stinking distilled crap. *THAT* made me feeling older. I'm sure that "music" will be forgot at the speed of light even from the relatives of the author.
Probably what my grandpa thought about rock.
I also felt offended. Really truly offended. Offended only like a very old person can get. I'm not going to get over it without excuses. I'd say this is also a sign I'm old... but indeed I used to get offended easily even when I was a youngster.
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Yeah... very long time. Actually I'm spending a lot of time playing piano in these days. I should also start my chess preparation for the september turney.
Anyway I know the message was not for me because I was told so. And no... it wasn't like the back stab I felt with you; the only analogy is me reading unintentionally something that I wasn't supposed to read.
Anyway 33 is a lot :-) ... draw three squares on a white page: that's your life. Now fill the first square with black; that's the part you already spent.
And this is a game in which there's no "continue" ... just one quarter... whatever you do you do. After that, game over :-)
May be it's chopin that makes my view of the life so bright ? Better switching to edgar alan poe ... hehehe
"I'm not going to get over it without excuses" wow, that's such a statement! What brand is your aftershave? Denim, for the man who doesn't have to try too hard?
Come ooon! :)
@!#?@!!!
Davide,
we've very different views of what happened that night of about 10 years ago... but this is not the place for such a discussion.
Nothing similar to that (luckily) happened the other night.
The power of selective memory always impressed me.
It has been scientifically proven that you stay young by running marathons and drinking beer.
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