A few years ago I was having a genuinely serious discussion with a young lady in the office - very pretty incidentally - about government bonds yields and their ability to presage changes in equity markets and mentioned a paper I had written on the topic in 1983.
"I wasn't even born yet!!!" she magnificantly blurted out.
Oooofff. Right in the gonads.
We both thought that was hilarious but then that got me to thinking: "Holy crap, I AM getting old."
That was probably the first time I had considered it.
More lately, my half-marathon times are credible but stagnant and, as I now like to joke, "At my age, I'm not going to get any faster. All I'm trying to do is not get any slower."
It is what it is and, as recent studies have shown, people tend to be happier as they get older and I'd say that's probably true.
Except when you're unexpectedly kicked in the nuts by pretty, observant young things.
Cowperson
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