This is sort of a comment response to
sozepiggytails and
mdsteele47.
sozepiggytails said: This is what NetHack is for, you know. Sleep is for the weak and stuff.
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mdsteele47 said: The more I seem to tell my body that lately, the more often it finds passive-aggressive ways to remind me that I'm not 20-anything anymore...I hate growing old, not up. That hasn't, thankfully, I hope, happened yet
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Why does this make me feel old? At 22, I would have said "Ah, fuck, a hatchling - I wasn't expecting this, but we'll deal." Now, there are just too many other balls I'm juggling to "just deal".
Of course, the fact that I'm referring to a hatchling probably says a lot about my current desire to reproduce. But ask me a year ago, and I'd deny even thinking of an eventual hatch date (for inquiring minds, maybe 2007, but more likely 2008 - it depends on how quickly my tenure process moves with the new president).
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would you have us any other way?
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Like it or not, there are
just some things that you have to do. And growing up is one of
them.
I hate growing up, too. It
just seems that I don't have any time for myself, for my hobbies,
and for my personal goals. Having two kids sucking the life out
of you leaves you with very little of yourself behind. And, yeah,
when I bring home that paycheck, it's not about what new toys I
can get for myself, but about what new toys I want to get for the
kids, if I can even afford it, after paying all the bills.
But, this is the life that
I choose, and I have no regrets. None. I love my kids and look
forward to the years ahead. And the slightest hint of hope that
my kids will be interested in my hobbies is enough to keep me
going.
I guess the important
thing is to keep having fun. Spend the time with the kids, but
also have some of your own personal fun, even if it's not as
often as it used to be. Then growing old won't be as bad.
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I know what choices I have made, and I am good with them. I am completely and totally just whining about getting just about everything I could reasonably hope for out of life. Or, more exactly, I am marvelling that I am now at the state where I first remember my father being. To some degree, I want to rebel against that. No one wants to grow up to be their parents, except that I have worked my balls off my whole life to become a person like my father. Odd paradox, that.
So, yeah, there is still a part of me that wants to haul off and party and do all sorts of stupid stuff and pretend that I am 8-10 years younger than I am. There is a part of me that regrets that there are things that I will likely not experience (e.g. motorcycles) because of choices I have made to experience the life that I have now, that I am rather enjoying, all things being told ( ... )
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