Monday, January 14, 2008
I went on a few dates with a person I thought I was really clicking with, but she was a bit older than I. I never ask people their ages. I think it is an inappropriate number by which to judge a person. In fact, I cannot think of an appropriate number by which to judge people. Numbers. People are always trying to judge each other with numbers.
So, I have been thinking of my history. I've been a lot of places and done a lot of things. I've seen a lot. People are always surprised. Read a lot, too. But none of that matters when it comes to your year count. I feel like there is a great deal more to do. There are many second chances I'd like to have. I feel like I haven't accomplished nearly enough. When you're counting years it feels like you've done a lot and almost nothing at the same time. It makes me think of how much time I have let.
I've never thought that I would live as long as the government says you should. And when ages are mentioned it reminds me of a crappy childhood , a series of failed attempts at love, a pervasive loneliness, and the fact that it's almost over.
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