This is probably more LiveJournally than Facebooky, but I posted it on Facebook a couple of days ago, So I'll post it here for the few folks who are here but not on Facebook
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I owe my relatively non-premature death to not smoking.
Either that or I died years ago in most quantum timelines, but I only percieve the timelines where I survived by dumb luck. Of course this could continue for centuries, and get realy creepy.
My brother and I are now both older than our father ever lived to be.
With great confidence in principles of evolution, our folks told us when we were children that we'd each someday be taller than our respectively/similarly gendered parents, probably around when we were 16. As I remember it, we were each going to get a watch when that happened (although that mighta been a joke, I suppose). Neither of us got to be as tall as the corresponding parent.
These are thoughts that come to mind from my world/experience, on your first/numerical musings. The psychological part has me thinking how we're as wise and as mature and as capable as we let ourselves be, but as old as some measurement sez. Tallies. Marks. But as I go on, the age feels more like an illusion or arbitrary thing, compared to the characterization it seemed like it was. And the more malleable stuff feels less malleable, even as I understand more how more malleable it is.
Yeah. You now know how malleable you were when you didn't know you could do anything about it, and now that you're old you're not so malleable anymore.
And I figured out, intellectually, that age didn't correlate with capability many years ago. This just makes it more visceral.
But I also had things beaten into me as a kid that are a part of me now, and I'm kinda stuck with them.
The biggest shock of mortality for me is realizing that somewhere along the line my mother became a frail little old lady. She's always been the strong, independent rock in my life.
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Either that or I died years ago in most quantum timelines, but I only percieve the timelines where I survived by dumb luck. Of course this could continue for centuries, and get realy creepy.
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With great confidence in principles of evolution, our folks told us when we were children that we'd each someday be taller than our respectively/similarly gendered parents, probably around when we were 16. As I remember it, we were each going to get a watch when that happened (although that mighta been a joke, I suppose). Neither of us got to be as tall as the corresponding parent.
These are thoughts that come to mind from my world/experience, on your first/numerical musings. The psychological part has me thinking how we're as wise and as mature and as capable as we let ourselves be, but as old as some measurement sez. Tallies. Marks. But as I go on, the age feels more like an illusion or arbitrary thing, compared to the characterization it seemed like it was. And the more malleable stuff feels less malleable, even as I understand more how more malleable it is.
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And I figured out, intellectually, that age didn't correlate with capability many years ago. This just makes it more visceral.
But I also had things beaten into me as a kid that are a part of me now, and I'm kinda stuck with them.
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The biggest shock of mortality for me is realizing that somewhere along the line my mother became a frail little old lady. She's always been the strong, independent rock in my life.
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*hugs you*
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