
Sensei
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- Nov 4, 2019
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@very-dead-llama started a thread about their (last?) birthday yesterday and I thought I should do the same, as today is my birthday. (Statistically, more people who suffer depression are born in April than any other month.) I'm not asking for congratulations, so there's no need for that. Rather, I'd like to talk a little bit about getting old. I'm in my mid-forties so I'm not that old, but I'm getting there.
Many of the younger members of this forum seem to think that growing old is a living hell. When it comes to me, growing old is not a pain per se. I no longer worry about things young people tend to worry about, such as being clumsy or appearing stupid. I've accumulated knowledge and experience throughout the years and hence my thinking is much sharper today than it was twenty years ago. I'm definitely a kinder person today, and perhaps also a little bit wiser. I no longer feel that I have a need to self-aggrandize or compete. I'm in better physical shape than ever before and I easily outperform young people when I practice martial arts. All in all, growing old isn't necessarily all bad.
However, there's one thing I wasn't prepared for and which is breaking me. When you grow older, the pressure to conform grows stronger. Most people my age have a house, a car, a spouse, a couple of children, and a social network. I just have a car. Most people my age like to decorate their homes, gossip, watch hockey games, spend their holidays on sunny beaches, take their children to soccer practice, and what have you. They probably regard everything I do as pointless, immature, and/or weird. Most people my age invite each other to dinners, barbeques, birthday parties, weddings, baptisms and so on. Since I'm unconventional, single, and childess, I'm usually excluded, and it's probably not even a conscious decision. It's bizarre, my teenage pupils invite me to drinking parties and poker games (I always decline, of course), but my peers hardly ever invite me to anything.
I've always been an outlier and a rebel, and I've been comfortable with that. This is something completely different, though. I'm no longer an outlier and a rebel. Now I'm an oddball and a failure. I know I shouldn't care and enjoy my simple life, but it's impossible. I think everyone who is in my situation can testify to that. Every day when I go to work and every time I meet old friends, I get reminded that I'll always be the odd man out in most contexts, never learned to play the game called life, lack everything most people find essential, and will become a tragic, lonely, old man tormented by escalating mental illness.
People who have never been married have the highest suicide frequency and I also suffer from the mental illness with the highest suicide frequency, so statistically, I'm already dead. I haven't given up hope just yet, though. Happy birthday to me.
Many of the younger members of this forum seem to think that growing old is a living hell. When it comes to me, growing old is not a pain per se. I no longer worry about things young people tend to worry about, such as being clumsy or appearing stupid. I've accumulated knowledge and experience throughout the years and hence my thinking is much sharper today than it was twenty years ago. I'm definitely a kinder person today, and perhaps also a little bit wiser. I no longer feel that I have a need to self-aggrandize or compete. I'm in better physical shape than ever before and I easily outperform young people when I practice martial arts. All in all, growing old isn't necessarily all bad.
However, there's one thing I wasn't prepared for and which is breaking me. When you grow older, the pressure to conform grows stronger. Most people my age have a house, a car, a spouse, a couple of children, and a social network. I just have a car. Most people my age like to decorate their homes, gossip, watch hockey games, spend their holidays on sunny beaches, take their children to soccer practice, and what have you. They probably regard everything I do as pointless, immature, and/or weird. Most people my age invite each other to dinners, barbeques, birthday parties, weddings, baptisms and so on. Since I'm unconventional, single, and childess, I'm usually excluded, and it's probably not even a conscious decision. It's bizarre, my teenage pupils invite me to drinking parties and poker games (I always decline, of course), but my peers hardly ever invite me to anything.
I've always been an outlier and a rebel, and I've been comfortable with that. This is something completely different, though. I'm no longer an outlier and a rebel. Now I'm an oddball and a failure. I know I shouldn't care and enjoy my simple life, but it's impossible. I think everyone who is in my situation can testify to that. Every day when I go to work and every time I meet old friends, I get reminded that I'll always be the odd man out in most contexts, never learned to play the game called life, lack everything most people find essential, and will become a tragic, lonely, old man tormented by escalating mental illness.
People who have never been married have the highest suicide frequency and I also suffer from the mental illness with the highest suicide frequency, so statistically, I'm already dead. I haven't given up hope just yet, though. Happy birthday to me.
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