I'd rather go 100 miles an hour today like I did when I was 25 and spend tomorrow in bed than go 20 miles an hour every day at a steady pace. I refuse to believe that's what getting old is all about. I know that one day I'll bow to the inevitable, but the inevitable will have to chase me down.
I say this because I can't find a friend to go out with me Thursday to see Jon Anderson in concert. "It's a weeknight and I'm not as young as I used to be" is always the response. If we're not as young as we used to be isn't that all the more reason to cram in as much as possible while we still can?
I can't hang out with people half my age all the time because they (understandably) don't want to hang out with "the old guy", hip or not, and people my age have found their comfortable chairs. Frustrating.
Just venting.