Well, not literally, what I mean to say, is that I'm getting some of those signs of maturity (the kind word for getting older) Here are a few signs I've noticed:
1. Music CAN be too loud. Yep, you heard it here first, this from the guy who used to sport a 600 watt amp and subwoofers in the 2 seat cab of my very small truck. Don't get me wrong, I like loud music, sometimes. It has to be good music, but with clarity. Some of the stuff that I am hearing today, I think people are just going for sheer volume over audio quality. I also think that the movie theaters are too loud, almost to the point I don't enjoy it. That probably speaks volumes (no pun intended) as to why I gone to the movies in ages.
2. Bodily Noises. Nope, not the ones you're probably thinking of, everyone makes those noises. I'm talking about the ones that are involuntary and just appear with age. I don't recall bending over to pick up stuff when I was in my teens and making that "yuummphhhhh" noise when I straighten back up. Or crouching down to tie my shoes and my knees making that awful cracking noise....that just came from nowhere.
3. Being folically challenged. It's God's cruel joke that as some men age, they start having difficulty growing hair. In high school I used to have a thick luxurious head of hair with great volume, now, not so much. In a strange twist of fate, I can seem to grow hair where before there was none. It appears in spots where hair doesn't grow when you are a younger man. This explains the litany of razors and shavers and clippers aimed at eradicating the offending hairs.
4. I sure can't party like I used to. I work 12 hour shifts at my job and I never used to let it get in the way of partying. When I was in my 20's, I recall working my shift from 7am to 7pm, getting home and having some dinner, start making calls to go out and meet at 10ish. We used to party till 1 or 2, come home and sleep for 4 hours and get right back to work in the morning as if we had slept 8 deep rem sleep hours. Sadly, nowadays I try not to have a beer after 10 pm on a "work night", otherwise I feel like crap the next day.
5. My body is a temple. I recall my father saying to me when I was in my teens "enjoy it while you can son, that will change" when I used to be able to shovel anything into my body and stay in terrific shape. I had a flat stomach and awesome flexibility, now I struggle to keep my flexibility with yoga and stretching. I can still see most of my feet and tie my shoes, YESSSS! (ha ha). I do like my beer so my six pack abs are protected by my "Molson muscle". I'm working on this one.
6. My appreciation of the fairer sex. I started work young, when I was in my very early 20's. I remember working with guys who had 20-30 years on me who used to see a young girl working in the office and one would joke "Geez, I've got belts older than her!" and we'd laugh. Sadly, this realization as I grow older, is happening to me. *sigh* I still have a great appreciation for beautiful women, I just don't ever want to turn into the "creepy old guy"!
7. Your wheels speak volumes about you. This has been cyclical for me and I'll tell you why. When I first got my drivers license at 16, I just HAD to have a car, any car, it could have been a mechanical heap, as long as it drove and I had my freedom. My first car was a crapbox, it was a 1986 Pontiac Acadian, two tone gold and black, hideous but I was free!. I then wanted a NICE car and spent a crapload of money over the years buying and maintaining nice cars. I now look for a vehicle that is "sensible". Sensible, I am my father.
8. Responsibility. This one hasn't been a recent shocking revelation for me. I have been becoming more responsible over time. It first happened when I got married and went from I to We. The next step in this progression is when my first daughter came along. I was now responsible for another life other than my own and my wife's.
3. Being folically challenged. It's God's cruel joke that as some men age, they start having difficulty growing hair. In high school I used to have a thick luxurious head of hair with great volume, now, not so much. In a strange twist of fate, I can seem to grow hair where before there was none. It appears in spots where hair doesn't grow when you are a younger man. This explains the litany of razors and shavers and clippers aimed at eradicating the offending hairs.
4. I sure can't party like I used to. I work 12 hour shifts at my job and I never used to let it get in the way of partying. When I was in my 20's, I recall working my shift from 7am to 7pm, getting home and having some dinner, start making calls to go out and meet at 10ish. We used to party till 1 or 2, come home and sleep for 4 hours and get right back to work in the morning as if we had slept 8 deep rem sleep hours. Sadly, nowadays I try not to have a beer after 10 pm on a "work night", otherwise I feel like crap the next day.
5. My body is a temple. I recall my father saying to me when I was in my teens "enjoy it while you can son, that will change" when I used to be able to shovel anything into my body and stay in terrific shape. I had a flat stomach and awesome flexibility, now I struggle to keep my flexibility with yoga and stretching. I can still see most of my feet and tie my shoes, YESSSS! (ha ha). I do like my beer so my six pack abs are protected by my "Molson muscle". I'm working on this one.
6. My appreciation of the fairer sex. I started work young, when I was in my very early 20's. I remember working with guys who had 20-30 years on me who used to see a young girl working in the office and one would joke "Geez, I've got belts older than her!" and we'd laugh. Sadly, this realization as I grow older, is happening to me. *sigh* I still have a great appreciation for beautiful women, I just don't ever want to turn into the "creepy old guy"!
7. Your wheels speak volumes about you. This has been cyclical for me and I'll tell you why. When I first got my drivers license at 16, I just HAD to have a car, any car, it could have been a mechanical heap, as long as it drove and I had my freedom. My first car was a crapbox, it was a 1986 Pontiac Acadian, two tone gold and black, hideous but I was free!. I then wanted a NICE car and spent a crapload of money over the years buying and maintaining nice cars. I now look for a vehicle that is "sensible". Sensible, I am my father.
8. Responsibility. This one hasn't been a recent shocking revelation for me. I have been becoming more responsible over time. It first happened when I got married and went from I to We. The next step in this progression is when my first daughter came along. I was now responsible for another life other than my own and my wife's.
Maturing is not all bad though, I've become a little wiser than I used to be in the past. Now onto some of the great parts of getting older/maturing:
1. I've learned from past mistakes (mine and others) and use that to avoid repeating it and wasting time.
2.I make all of my own decisions now and I am in charge of my own destiny (especially when my wife isn't around).
3. I've adopted the work smarter not harder attitude and that goes miles towards self preservation.
4. I abuse my body much less than I did in the past (much credit to my wife for getting me to quit smoking). I'm also looking after myself a little better every year.
5. Patience, I realize nowadays that not everything needs to happen yesterday, most things can wait.
Please share your thoughts and experiences on gaining wisdom and its associated drawbacks with age (I KNOW I'm not alone here). Please note: this blog post is general musings, I'm only in my 30's. I STILL some HAVE HAIR! (just had to say that) See you in the comments!


