Turned forty in May. Things I've noticed:
- My knees creek, all the joints in my feet make crackling noises as if I were stomping on bubble wrap, doctors say ninja career is no longer in the cards.
- When I smile to girls while walking down the street, they no longer give me the second look then lose interest, they now make that "eww... creepy old man" face and speed up.
- Gaming, is not that interesting any more, but then again, gaming has not moved forward for better part of a decade. Crysis in 2007 and then just cack.
- I'm still 25 on the inside. I have fashion sense of a 25 year old in late nineties, I feel the music ended in late nineties, girls were prettier, grass was greener.
- Technology in my eyes is going backwards. Poor functionality, bad design and terrible lifespan. But this time you can't throw money at it, overpaying for goods no longer guarantees quality, durability or functionality.
- 21st century will be century without memories. No dusty pictures in family albums, no yellow tinged photos on local pub walls. No hand written love letters, no first page polemics. This century will be remembered for gazillions of pictures, posts, interviews, letters and articles forever purged from caches and lost to expired domains, failed dotcoms and redesigned websites serving 404 pages to search engine links. Two high school buddies of mine were once very prominent figures among IT, motorcycling and mountain cycling community. They run online magazines and forums, owned stores, distributed gear, sponsored and won competitions, posted millions of National Geographic grade photographs from their national and international tours. Less than a decade back one died of cancer, the other one was killed in car accident. Within few years everything to do with them vanished from the net. Expired, redesigned, took over, turned into cybersquatting or simply gone down with dot com moving forward with time. Googling their names now doesn't even bring up old school pages or photos. We are all so quickly forgotten in the age of information.
- Kids. They annoy me. It started in mid 30ies. The older I got the less point I see to them. They're like those throw pillows - you know, the pillow sets that your wife buys to put on the couch or pile on top of bed - cost money, have no other function that to sit on the couch/bed, watch your TV, take up space, be always on the way and never be where you want them to and do what you expected them to.
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