Withers
Captain
Can't I just... you know, stay young and do that? 
I'm afraid of getting older. Is that a reasonable thing to be afraid of? A few years ago the thought of 30 seemed as distant as Mars but now it's like the next town over; in 6 years I'll be three decades old. What used to be "sassy youth" is starting to look more like "jaded cynicism." I watched As Good As It Gets last night before I went to bed. When that movie came out I used to joke "That's going to be me one day; an old man, bitter and detached from the world- brilliant but wholly ignorant!"
But in watching it last night I looked around my apartment... stacks of paper on my desk, the piano sitting un-played except in times of melancholy, bottles of water meticulously adoring an exposed pantry that was probably meant for Board Games, and even M&M's in jars separated by color along the shelving in the kitchen and thought... "Dear God... its me now!"
What used to seem like something that just wouldn't happen to me feels like its approaching with...alarming, undeterred speed and it frightens me a little bit. I don't know why exactly its scary or if it is even something I should really spend too much time worrying over since, you know, its inevitable... but that doesn't change the fact that I am.
What do you guys think? For those of you my age do you ever think about that kind of thing? For those of you older than I am... did it hurt?

I'm afraid of getting older. Is that a reasonable thing to be afraid of? A few years ago the thought of 30 seemed as distant as Mars but now it's like the next town over; in 6 years I'll be three decades old. What used to be "sassy youth" is starting to look more like "jaded cynicism." I watched As Good As It Gets last night before I went to bed. When that movie came out I used to joke "That's going to be me one day; an old man, bitter and detached from the world- brilliant but wholly ignorant!"
But in watching it last night I looked around my apartment... stacks of paper on my desk, the piano sitting un-played except in times of melancholy, bottles of water meticulously adoring an exposed pantry that was probably meant for Board Games, and even M&M's in jars separated by color along the shelving in the kitchen and thought... "Dear God... its me now!"
What used to seem like something that just wouldn't happen to me feels like its approaching with...alarming, undeterred speed and it frightens me a little bit. I don't know why exactly its scary or if it is even something I should really spend too much time worrying over since, you know, its inevitable... but that doesn't change the fact that I am.
What do you guys think? For those of you my age do you ever think about that kind of thing? For those of you older than I am... did it hurt?

-Withers-