The family is one thing, and I think most people expect that.
But something about seeing all the actors and singers and whatever people slowly get SUPER old and die, and constantly replaced with new people you dgaf about who are younger than you, just reminds you that the world is slowly becoming not for your parents, then not for you, and then not for people who are younger than you. And then THOSE people get old and you think “Jesus Christ how old am I?”
I’m not looking forward to it, but suppose I should just embrace it.
I wonder if the correct way to do this is to find stuff you actually care about, and stick with it. So that “outside” remains as outside, and “my interests” remain in my vision.
Or maybe there’s nothing really to do besides know it’s coming and brace my anis?
But something about seeing all the actors and singers and whatever people slowly get SUPER old and die, and constantly replaced with new people you dgaf about who are younger than you,
I was thinking about this the other day. Brad Pitt, Matthew McConaughey, and Val Kilmer are no longer the chosen lead. At least not as much. Now it’s timothee chalamet and I don’t get it. I haven’t watched much of his movies though.
I am still bummed out about David Bowie’s passing. Will there be anyone who can fill his shoes?
Losing friends to suicide hurts the soul. And I thought I had more time with my dad and brother. It’s weird to keep living after all these events.
The family is one thing, and I think most people expect that.
But something about seeing all the actors and singers and whatever people slowly get SUPER old and die, and constantly replaced with new people you dgaf about who are younger than you, just reminds you that the world is slowly becoming not for your parents, then not for you, and then not for people who are younger than you. And then THOSE people get old and you think “Jesus Christ how old am I?”
I’m not looking forward to it, but suppose I should just embrace it.
I wonder if the correct way to do this is to find stuff you actually care about, and stick with it. So that “outside” remains as outside, and “my interests” remain in my vision.
Or maybe there’s nothing really to do besides know it’s coming and brace my anis?
I was thinking about this the other day. Brad Pitt, Matthew McConaughey, and Val Kilmer are no longer the chosen lead. At least not as much. Now it’s timothee chalamet and I don’t get it. I haven’t watched much of his movies though.
I am still bummed out about David Bowie’s passing. Will there be anyone who can fill his shoes?
Losing friends to suicide hurts the soul. And I thought I had more time with my dad and brother. It’s weird to keep living after all these events.