Not ME…

So I stopped for dinner on the way home from work tonight, something I do fairly regularly… during the course of dinner, I was kidding with my server about something or another, and she responded with a comment that included the phrase “crazy old man”.  Of course, when I called her on it, she disappeared for a while and had the good grace to be embarrassed by it when she came back… πŸ™‚

But on the ride home, I started to wonder if she had a point… so I broke the comment down into its individual words…

man: (quick look down) Yeah, right parts, right places… she gets credit for this one.  1 down, 2 to go.

old: Now I don’t think of myself as old.  However, from her perspective (she can’t be older than 19), a 40-something guy with grey streaks in his hair and beard is… well… old.  I’m coming back to this, but for now, I’ll give her the point.  2 down, 1 to go.

crazy: And now I get introspective.  She doesn’t know me, other than how I act when I’m in a crowded restaurant, so she doesn’t know if I’m really crazy.  But she’s probably closer than she realizes…

After all, in the eyes of “The World”, I think I am a bit crazy.  I’m a 40-something never-married guy, who — while never really a social butterfly (understatement?  yes!) — is definitely more comfortable among people one generation younger.  Most 40-somethings I know *are* old.  I’m not ready to be old yet… but since I don’t fit the mold of what a 40-something should be, I guess I’m a bit crazy.  To them.

To me, it’s just that I don’t want to admit to being 40-something.

My dad turned 64 last week.  When I called to wish him a happy birthday, he was most excited about two things — all the traveling he’s doing now that he and my mom have retired, and the fact that he’s one year away from Medicare.  And I realized where I got my desire not to grow up. πŸ™‚  My 60-something parents don’t act their age, and I’m sure not planning to act mine.

But in this day and age, I think we have to face the fact that “The World” doesn’t know how to handle someone who won’t act their age.  I do have a ready-made answer for that, though.  The hell with anyone who can’t handle me being me.  If I want to be 40-something on the outside and 20-something on the inside, deal with it.  I’ve used the line before and I’m sticking to it — I’m too young to be this damn old.

So there. πŸ™‚

Anyway, I guess the waitress gets a qualified 3-for-3…

I adopted a song as my theme song when it first came out a couple years ago… interestingly enough, I wrote a parody of the song for “The Empire Rocks Back” at That Place about a year ago.  Fortunately — like just about all the ideas I had there — the song parody was shot down.  In retrospect, I guess it worked out, because had they used the song, I wouldn’t still enjoy it enough to use it as a theme…

“It’s my life…
And it’s now or never…
I ain’t gonna live forever…
I just wanna live when I’m alive…
It’s my life…
My heart is like an open highway…
Like Frankie said, ‘I did it My Way’…
I just wanna live when I’m alive…
‘Cause IT’S… MY… LIFE!!!”

  — Bon Jovi, “It’s My Life”
 
See you on the radio… or wherever…

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Author: Rob Hoffmann

Occasional blogger, full-time computer techie, radio producer (basketball, mostly), generally nice person (if you ask me).

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