I'll Tell You A Little Truth
3 December 2007I was thinking about my writing the other day, and I came to the conclusion that the majority of my creativity has come from becoming me – experiencing the world, serious relationships, travelling and seeing new places, growing up and doing the things that lead to figuring out who you are as a person.
For the first time in my life I actually feel like an adult, which is also a wee bit scary. I am starting to get wrinkles, parts of my body are starting their gravitational trip to outer crust of earth, and I keep meeting people who don’t know what the running man is or who Jerrica Benton was. I find myself swilling wine to fully appreciate the flavour, I am conscious of the importance of fueling my body with the right food, I find pleasure in gardening, and I like getting up early on Saturday morning. The subcultures around me dress differently (who would have thought skaters would wear tight jeans?!), I don’t like popular music, and “kids” really annoy me (kids being anyone from 0-21). I’ve found the process of “becoming me” quite hard, depressing at times even. It’s like a post-puberty adolescence, and like puberty I’m glad it seems to be over.
During this time, I’ve found it hard to write, and when I say hard I mean almost impossible. All I’ve been doing for the past year is analysing myself over and over, to the point where I’ve almost forgotten how to look outside my own brain. I’ve forgotten how much I can be sated by writing a wretched piece on how stupid other people are, or how annoying something about the place I’m living is. At the same time, this self analytical thinking has helped me figure out what I want, what I like, and what I need. I know I need to write to be happy – so excuse me while I try to get back into the swing of things.
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Woe, that means I’m counted as a “kid”. Pleased to have you back though xoxo
I think we’re about the same age (27?), yet I feel nothing like an adult. What am I doing wrong? It’s certainly not due to a lack of financial debt – I know that much.
Cheers to getting back on the horse.
E
Yes! I am very pleased!
Who would’ve thought Arnie would ever be an adult? Hopefully I can follow suit soon.
Tena koe ehoa
I stumbled on your blog from Flickr where I was supposed to be looking at your images…. anyway.
I think it’s intuitive to notice ones self “maturing” or “ripening” if you will. As a person who still seeks to learn more about life, people and consequently himself in the process (via the medium of photography) I find that I’m on the cusp of being old physically while remaining young mentally. That in itself an often play terrible tricks with ones own psyche.
I guess what I’m really trying to say or am averting from saying is that you are as old as you think and make yourself.
If you choose to think you are physically old then age will systematically catch up with you. While although thinking you are young doesn’t have the same actuality as the previous, it does keep the spirit feeling “young and capable”.
So until I’m ready for a wheelchair or to be spoon fed I know which mindset I’d rather have.
Kare I found what you wrote in this paragraph so amusing and relative to the “maturing process of time”.... “I am starting to get wrinkles, parts of my body are starting their gravitational trip to outer crust of earth, and I keep meeting people who don’t know what the running man is or who Jerrica Benton was. I find myself swilling wine to fully appreciate the flavour, I am conscious of the importance of fueling my body with the right food, I find pleasure in gardening, and I like getting up early on Saturday morning. The subcultures around me dress differently (who would have thought skaters would wear tight jeans?!), I don’t like popular music, and “kids” really annoy me (kids being anyone from 0-21). I’ve found the process of “becoming me” quite hard, depressing at times even. It’s like a post-puberty adolescence, and like puberty I’m glad it seems to be over.”
I wonder would you remember when a bottle of milk was 1 pint made of glass and use to cost 5cents?
What about milk biscuits in College, remember those?
Do you remember when TV was black and white only?
Something tells me you’re gonna be okay Ani…. gravity is eventual it finds us all. Kids have always been annoying but we love them. Gardening keeps us in touch with the earth and the Running Man was one of the worst movies ever!
Me @ Flcikr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/nativflavaz/