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Originally Posted by nzrugby
Too many men past fifty kid themselves that they have the physical attributes they had at 25.
For some strange reason a youngish relative of mine was dating a bloke of fifty five, no he is not wealthy and she is twenty eight, she bought him along to an extended family picnic and instead of the silly sod staying with we middle aged types he believed he would fit in with the younger (under 30) lads/lasses who baited him that he was not up to a pick up game of rugby.
The idiot would not be warned and when he went in for a poor high tackle had a shoulder put into him which knocked him out.
Why is it that so many men fool themselves that at 55 they still have what they may have when they were a lot younger ?
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I hope to see your thoughts again one day when you're older and aren't quite so accepting of it as you think you'll be.
You'll be wise enough to know you're not 20 anymore, just as am I; once you get past 35 the downhill slide is really very noticeable from your perspective. Little things creep in and unless you're in a position to hold them at bay, time takes a toll.
But a part of you WILL look at people you knew growing up, and wonder how they got so old. A part of you, most especially if you are dating someone even a FEW years younger than you, will behave as though younger very specifically because you look in the mirror and see this old person but inside your heart and soul you're still 22, and you'll be confused by this.
And for more years than you,
junior, might believe -- you'll still be able to function quite well, DO things. You won't be interested all the time in the same things as young people, but when push comes to shove you'll discover you're NOT quite yet in your dotage.
I'm 44 and the last few years have been VERY unkind to me. Six years ago people regularly guessed me at 8-10 years younger than I was. Six VERY unfortunate years later people regularly guess me at 6-8 years OLDER than I am; yet for all that, when I'm in a field working or lifting furniture to help someone, I seem to be able to DO things which young people try and FAIL. Not try and have a hard time with, but try and FAIL.
The difference isn't that I'm really still that much stronger than they; I'm no 20-year-old and I KNOW it, know it each and every day when something which never bothered me before hurts, know it when I get out of breath suddenly and unexpectedly.
No, the difference is that I'm old enough and have been around long enough to know how TO do things, and the REAL difference between me and those young punks who fail is that I'm old enough to know whatever it is HAS to get done, so where they feel a little strain and give up because that couch is too heavy for three of 'em, I tell them to move the hell out of a man's way and I move it by myself.
It's not showing off; it's getting the job done, and I'm unfathomably disgusted when they actually POUT over this stuff and offer the challenges of boys -- "Fine, if you're so tough let's go outside and run a race!"
Tough isn't the point and running a race isn't the point; manning up is the point.
Take that aspect of growing older and combine it with -- yes, academically silly but spiritually understandable -- the fact that NO ONE wants to reach that stage where they simply can't perform acceptably to their own standards anymore and you'll find that you're 60 and figuring you just might give that picnic's impromptu rubgy a shot.
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