In my fortieth year of life, but born in the right place, removed to the wrong place, wishing to be removed again to the right place and definitely having spent nearly forty years in an era where there will never be any belonging.
Faust, I haven’t see you post for a while and you insert an expletive into your age? You wouldn’t happen to be going through a bit of mid-life crisis since you are on the dark side of forty?
Since my mother insists that instead of 65 she should be thought of as 45, it would be impossible for me to be 44. Soooo to show respect for my mother I must be 24ish, even though life says different.
Not if your genes dictate that even when you’re heading towards 40 you look like you’re only heading towards 20 - there are many 30/40 year olds that look much younger than those in their 20s…
Litenin - I had my midlife crisis in my thirties, after my divorce. I wanted to get it out of the way while I was still young enough to enjoy it. Red sports car, babes, drugs - pretty much the usual, I suppose. I have recently fallen in love, which has taken a bit of my time. She is about the age I was when I had my midlife crisis - so I guess there is a possibility of a repeat. We shall see.
Speaking of drugs - they don’t seem to be a part of the program now. This may have contributed to my recent reticence as much as anything. When I’m not high, philosophy is way too easy. Enough to eat, regular and pleasant bowel movements, keep the job, stay out of jail. There’s not really all that much to it.
Faust, I have to say I wasn’t expecting this type of reply. Your honesty is refreshing and I in no way was trying to have fun at your expense. I was just injecting ILP jocularity. I’m glad to see it doesn’t take much to make your world sufficiently operable. Congratulations on your new relationship and I hope things work wonderfully for you both.