For a few months one of my favorite lines that makes my friends laugh is that when I change my son’s diapers I am thinking of what he will do when he’ll have my age. He may be changing my diapers! Behind most funny lines there is some truth.
Yesterday we went to an open air concert. There were some families and some gray hairs. The vast majority of the concert goers were 18-35. Generation X, or however marketers calls them. I felt that I did not belong in the +/-σ of the age distribution.
I feel like a prisoner in a box that we barely understand – a mix of biochemical reactions, a complex equilibrium with an unknown expiration date. Or maybe I am the box?
I feed my box with what is understood to be the fuel it needs: a mix of proteins, carbohydrates, fats, vitamins, minerals and other nutrients, somewhat randomly assembled and following the taste of the day. Do I really know what I am doing? Whatever. After the concert I felt hungry even if it was well past midnight. We found an open place and I got a juicy hamburger. For a moment it felt again like I was in the 18-35 range.
Today I was tired.
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