Why would anyone want to act your
age? I’m 50. Who the hell wants to act 50?
I’ve been asking myself this
question a lot lately.
I have t-shirts referencing Star
Blazers, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, etc.
You don’t see a lot of old heads rocking that look.
A good dick joke is still
hilarious.
I am still into Dungeons &
Dragons. And have been playing without a
significant hiatus since I was about twelve.
I spend more time on my
Playstation than I should…and less than I want.
One of the coolest things I got this year was a statue of Aloy from Horizon
Zero Dawn. You old guys will need to
look that up.
I’m currently listening to a podcast
of Wolverine: The Long Night, from Marvel.
Occasionally I consider all this
stuff and wonder if it makes sense. And a
good bit of it does not. But that is, I
think, what keeps me coming back to it all.
All those things above keeps the twelve-year-old inside me alive and
kicking. Some things just won’t allow
the over serious adult in you to take charge.
Try sitting around a table with friends you’ve known for years and NOT
laugh when one of them farts. Of course
it’s stupid but damn is it funny. Because
it was funny when I was twelve, and twenty, and thirty-seven.
When we get together to play
D&D, the trappings are more adult these days. We sit around a large table, eat a well-cooked
meal, and have a cup of coffee or two throughout the evening, and may chat
about kids or work. That is instead of
huddling over a small chest, eating nothing but red hots and caramel cremes,
and drinking liter upon liter of Coke while chatting about how stupid school
was that day. But my inner self time
travels to 1981, every time, regardless of where or when we play.
If I’m wearing my Yamato t-shirt
and walk by a mirror, I may momentarily think it looks odd on so old a
dude. But that is immediately replaced
by, “Fuck it, I like that ship.” What
would I rather be wearing, a plaid short sleeved button down with a white shirt?
Kill me.
I hold on to this list of
childish things because they’re silly, and fun.
You know I also enjoy a good Ashton and some Bombay. They are a whole different kind of fun, but
life would not be nearly as interesting with just that part. There is a time and place, but don’t act your
age all the time. Don’t be that fifty-year-old
that my teenage self looks at with just a bit of disdain. Do not go quietly….nope.
