So lately I've been feeling really old. I know it's called a mid-life crisis, but I'm not panicking or buying shit I don't need (more than usual, anyway). I'm just beginning to wonder about my life and the things in it. Take this site for instance.
I'm starting to wonder at what point I'm nothing more than a dirty old man drooling over pictures of young girls. I've been trying to involve myself more, but the worst part of that is, I feel I may be too old and set in my ways to do that.
When I was a teen, computers were giant calculators, word processors and not much else. Had I been born 15 years later, I'd be right in the heart of this fantastic revolution that is the internet. As it is, I feel like an outsider; trying to keep up with the tech and just not being able to connect socially to 15 minute sound bites and twitters about lunch. It's just too odd and I spend more time staring at the screen trying to figure out what I should type that doesn't sound inane and meaningless. It's also why I haven't used my blog as much. Talking about myself constantly seems masturbatory. I enjoy reading what others write, I just get this feeling that if I don't want to talk about me, why would anyone want to read about me; impasse.
So, I think that this may be my last year here. While I love all the people I've met and the naked pictures are much better than looking at Playboy's over-processed crap... It may just be time for me to throw in the proverbial towel. We'll see.
I'm starting to wonder at what point I'm nothing more than a dirty old man drooling over pictures of young girls. I've been trying to involve myself more, but the worst part of that is, I feel I may be too old and set in my ways to do that.
When I was a teen, computers were giant calculators, word processors and not much else. Had I been born 15 years later, I'd be right in the heart of this fantastic revolution that is the internet. As it is, I feel like an outsider; trying to keep up with the tech and just not being able to connect socially to 15 minute sound bites and twitters about lunch. It's just too odd and I spend more time staring at the screen trying to figure out what I should type that doesn't sound inane and meaningless. It's also why I haven't used my blog as much. Talking about myself constantly seems masturbatory. I enjoy reading what others write, I just get this feeling that if I don't want to talk about me, why would anyone want to read about me; impasse.
So, I think that this may be my last year here. While I love all the people I've met and the naked pictures are much better than looking at Playboy's over-processed crap... It may just be time for me to throw in the proverbial towel. We'll see.