Rebuilding Rob

As WordPress continues to recycle old prompts, I pulled another prompt from The Coffee Monsterz Co to respond to today

Do you feel mentally like your age?

To answer, succinctly, yes, and no. Sometimes I do feel my age, and sometimes I do not feel my age,although it has been no most of my life.

Most of the time, it’s still hard to wrap my head around the fact that I’m 51 years old. 51 years old. My dad was 51. My mom was 51 once. In fact, my dad was already retired from his first career when he was 5125 years and chosen, and got out as soon as he was eligible for full pension

I think before, but I remember hearing that when JJ Abrams was getting ready to make Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Mark Hanill was the same age that Sir Alec Guinness was when shooting the original Star Wars. That fat absolutely stood me too. I specifically remember reading an interview where Hamil said something along the lines of “ there’s no way I’m the same age now that sir Alec was then. I still listen to the Rolling Stones. I still like the Three Stooges.”

I feel that way about myself. I still like superheroes in Star Trek and pro wrestling (at times) but I don’t feel like I’m 51. I don’t dress like my father did when he was 51. I still like fart jokes and things like that. Heck I find myself interested in some of the same stuff that kid one and kid two are interested in.

But then I have moments where I realize that I’m eligible, age-wise, to become a member of the AARP. Sometimes, usually when he first comes over for his weekends, I find myself a little frazzled at the amount of energy that Kid 2 has at the age of 10. It’s almost like I have to readjust myself to that level of patience and stamina and necessary to hang with a 10-year-old.

At moments like this, I’m glad that I do not teach elementary students. I think back my first grade teacher, a man with who I am still Facebook friends to this day. Guillaume had him for preschool, kindergarten and first grade. Phred had had the same kindergarten and I believe first grade as well. By the time I got to this teacher’s classroom, even I, as a seven-year-old, could tell that he was already completely fried from dealing with young children. had lost lost that level of patience.

I’m hurt and I’m old and I’m fucking tired. and I work with fucking children.

CM Punk

I worry about that for myself and my dealings with kid too. But to be honest, I think it’s just a slight transition for both of us after he’s with 24 of 12 days at a time, he comes over to my house for alternating weekends. I think it’s a little adjustment for both of us. Because things are usually really chill after a couple hours. It’s almost like we have to get used to each other again for a bit.

There are other moments as well. In particular, when I go to a concert, whether it’s at a concert than you or a bar/club. I look around the crowd and I realize that. i’m no longer the youngest person there. It’s on because when I do go to see a band from the 80s or 90s, I feel pretty comfortable within that age demographic. Usually at those kind of shit I can look around and realize I’m not the oldest person there, and I’m certainly not the youngest person there. Oddly enough, I also know that I can look at some people and assume that they’re older than me and the fact, I’m probably older than them. But I feel like might be one of my real blessings. 

I don’t look my age

I’m not trying to brag or anything, but I don’t think I’ve ever looked at my age. in fact, I think the one saving grease. I have right now, that makes people think I am. My age is the fact that I sporty tight, short trimmed a beard. It’s a little bit more than glorified stable, but there’s definite granite. I think when people see that when I’m at the grocery store buying alcohol, they don’t even bother asking for my ID.

Interestingly, enough, Veronica is 42. I don’t think she looks 42. In fact, we are at a ball game recently and the bartender actually asked her for her ID. That may have just been some friendly, flirty banter, but she certainly didn’t ask me for mine. X2 is 5 years younger than I am; but I feel like the 5 year age difference was more of a “elephant in the room“ for her and I than the 8 year age difference is for me and Veronica.

Incidentally , Jessica, who I dated for about six or seven months a few years back, was 13 years younger than me. I say that not as a brag, but rather, as a cautionary note. I will never date someone with that much of an age discrepancy again. I specifically remember going to a club with her one night that was doing a “90s versus 2000 thousands” night. I was waxing nostalgic about the 90s music while she was really into the 2000s music. There was very little “spill over” for either of us. That made me feel old.

All of this type of age keeps me going back to The Old Man. He was 67 when he died. I want more than another 16 years, so I’m doing everything I can to make that happen. 

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