Inner Punks Unite

One of my quickly rising favorite blogs, Rude Cactus, was lamenting the other day about about aging, going gray and needing a big pile of pills everyday to keep from falling apart.

I can sympathize with him. While I don't think I look old, there are definitely mornings when I feel old. My joints pop, my back is sore and I'll feel ready for a nap even though I've just woken up.

But the thing of it is, I don't think of myself as old. I don't think of myself as much, much closer to 40 than to 20 or even 30. I look at myself in the mirror and see a 20something punk kid. Maybe that's part of my problem, maybe its part of my solution. I don't know but I do know that I don't "feel" old in my head, just in my body every once in a while.

Though I admit, I look pretty damned good for being such an old(ish) fart.

Speaking of which, I also learned that fish oil makes you fart, alot. I may have to invest in some of the low-fart kind because I can hot-air balloon my blankets off the bed at night these days. Yes, you're welcome for the visual.
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