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In a blog a couple days ago Yuri mentioned "Old Man Drew". Being the second-oldest member of the Break A Leg family, I definitely sometimes find myself on the back end of some surprising generational gaps.

Though I'm still young and spry, I'm no spring chicken (the older you get the more cliches accumulate in your brain, like random screws and bolts in a junk drawer), and lately I've noticed my outlook on the world changing.

It's a slow process, one that happens so gradually that you have no hope of noticing; and even if you did you would have about as much luck stopping the tide from rolling in as you would stopping your brain from crotchetizing.

It's not just your brain of course, it's your body too. A wise man once said "It's not the years honey, it's the mileage." That's the chief reason I refuse to work out: why put your body through so much stress? It's unnatural.

Let's explore some of the changes, minor and major, that have accumulated in me over the last decade or so.

I say thing like "over the last decade or so" because it's more accurate than "in the last several years".
Today in fact I couldn't remember whether the incidents of a story I was telling took place 15 years ago, or more.
I don't like almost any music recorded more than 10 years ago.
If I do like something recorded in the last decade it's likely recorded by an artist who's been around for longer than 20 years.
When the fourth Indiana Jones movie came out I was shocked to read that it had been 20 years since the third one. Not as shocked as I was by how utterly horrible the movie itself was, but that's another topic unto itself.
I felt like I was breaking my ankles when I was jumping off the four-foot ladder into frame for the last episode.

So tell me something: why is it that I don't like modern bands but I like modern movies? Why is The Dark Knight one of my favorite films of all time but I think Maroon 5 is a bunch of pussies? Is it simply because Maroon 5 is a bunch of pussies? Don't you want to punch that lead singer? Mary Kate Olsen has 8 pounds on that twig.

But all the modern bands can't be pussies, can they? Or can they? I don't know; liking new movies and hating new music is just one of those aging anomalies I'll have to take to my grave.

I've accumulated a certain amount of wisdom as well over the years, but it becomes truer and truer that wisdom is knowing what you don't know. So basically the wiser you get the less you realize you know, even though you're accumulating more and more knowledge. You also basically don't give a shit about as much anymore, which is very refreshing, since caring about a bunch of random meaningless crap is a real drain on mental resources.

Perspective is what you might call that last one, and perspective is my favorite effect of aging.

So even though I'm only... how old I am, the feeling that time is passing is already beginning to wear away at my subconscious. It's not like I'm constantly thinking about it, but it's like I think just a tiny bit more about it every day than I did the day before, you know?

That single gray hair surfing at the front of my do doesn't help much, either. I blame that one squarely on Ronin. Kids will do that to you.