Monday, December 03, 2012

deja vu, forever and ever amen

I've been reflecting recently (and by recently I mean CONSTANTLY) on the passage of time and how it's so slow but also fast which is, though not an original thought (not even a little), totally weird. We just hired someone born in 1994 and, as I was going over her paperwork, I thought, "wait...1994...she's not old enough to work here" because in my head, someone who was born in 1993 should still be in high school BUT NO. She's definitely old enough to work here or there or EVERYWHERE, except as POTUS but who really wants that job anyway?

It was one of many small moments that seem to sneak up on me more and more often, moments when I realize that not only am I not as young as I once was, but that everyone around me is getting older, too. This is not an "oh, woe is me, I'm so OLD" post, not at all, because I don't feel that old (unless, of course, I'm at a career fair at my alma mater because GOOD LORD was that an ongoing revelation that I'm not 20 anymore and THANK YOU BABY JESUS FOR THAT), but I do feel OLDER.

Joe and I went to trivia at a local bar last week, which was great (YOU GUYS, DISNEY TRIVIA) but we were maybe the oldest ones there? I think? We were definitely on the older end of the spectrum, which has been happening more and more frequently, especially at bars, which maybe means we're going to the wrong bars BUT I LIKE THOSE BARS so I'm going to keep going, probably. I don't know. I think it's OK. We're not those people who still hang out at college bars, doing shots until 2am because we want to relive our glory days, no, we're the couple sitting quietly at a table in the corner, nursing beers until the band starts, which I think is better, and not only because when I do shots now, I want to die the next day.

My friends are all getting married and buying houses and having babies and I feel like I talk about this a lot (because I do) but it's just so WEIRD that we're all allowed to be doing any these things. Who would put any of us in charge of another living creature? Crazy people, that's who. But it's happening more and more and those of us who used to drink until 5am AND THEN take a case of beer to Lake Michigan so we could watch the sunrise are now either pregnant (MARY, AHH!) or would rather stay home and watch Lord of the Rings instead of going out to a bar (me, duh). And it's fine! It's more than fine, really, it's natural and good and BARS ARE SO LOUD SOMETIMES. But sometimes I miss the people we all used to be, if that makes sense. I miss the person I used to be, though I like the person I currently am, but I'm a little quieter now, a little more cautious (meaning I'm less prone to illegal nightswimming), and I'm definitely a lot less likely to encourage everyone to do tequila shots at the end of the evening.

I've been writing myself FutureMe emails every week for about six months now and, since I'm sending them all a year ahead, I'll start receiving them sometime next June. I'm not sure what I'm hoping to gain from this experience, other than maybe I'll wonder why I felt the need to write stupid shit to myself every week, but I suppose it'll just be another reminder of how quickly time goes by and how much (how little?) a person can change in a year. It might end up being the most depressing project I've ever undertaken. Or it might be really uplifting and fun and super positive yay hugs! I'm guessing it'll be all of the above, but also a little weird because pretty much everything I do ends up being at least a little weird.

My uncle, when I was in high school, hurt his knee somehow, playing football or baseball or some other kind of ball (who can keep them straight?) and told us he'd hurt it because he was still trying to play like he was 25, since in his head, he WAS still 25. And I thought, at the time, "well, that's just odd," but now I wonder if I'll always feel that way, too. Maybe I'll be writing a similar post in 25 years, provided the world doesn't end in a few weeks or that the internet doesn't collapse in on itself at some point, about how I can't believe my friend just became a grandma or won the Nobel Peace Prize or whatever. Maybe we all stay a certain age in our minds, no matter how many years removed we are from it, which means I'll always be missing that person, so far removed from who I am now, and removing herself further and further each day. Maybe these FutureMe emails will give me a better glimpse of who that person was, that she's not that far away and that, really, I can hang out with her any time I want because HELLO BLOG ARCHIVES.

Though, again, this all hinges on the internet not falling apart in the next 25 years. So, you know. Fingers crossed. 

11 comments:

  1. You know in The Matrix how the 'self' that Neo sees in The Matrix is his 'residual self image'? I wanted to see a story set in that world where a character is 21 in The Matrix but in their 80s or something in the real world. They never did that, though. Instead they just had Trinity die for fifteen minutes. SPOILERS.

    My point is, yes, I think we'll always picture ourselves as younger, lighter, faster, stronger, even smarter than we actually are. If my self-image of myself was how I actually am I don't think I would get out of bed in the morning because WHY BOTHER I'M SO DUMB.

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    1. How awesome would it be to live in The Matrix? I don't even care that my real body would be all bald and decaying in a vat of goo if I could be rich and beautiful and athletic in fake life.

      Also, shut up, you're not dumb.

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    2. I bet it sucks for the people in The Matrix who are just nobodies. They're not rich or beautiful or athletic. They're just normal, walking along, minding their own business. And then one day an Agent possesses their body and they die. DOWNER.

      My original theory about THE MATRIX series was that the final shot would show Neo still in his pod, still in The Matrix, and then we would somehow find out that *everyone* dreams that they're The One, and they're all the stars in their own little dreams. I thought that would've been cool, and pretty Twilight Zone-y, even if it did mean the whole series was just one guy's dream. I would've liked that more than what actually happened.

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    3. Your brain is a fun place.

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  2. I totally have been thinking about time too. It's so odd to me how it can go slow and fast at the same time (I posted about it last week!) yay for time. :o)

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    1. Time is stupid! We should stop it or be able to rewind it or something.

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  3. I refer to it as the "Billy Pilgrim Phenomenon." In my mind, I'm 18. In reality, I'm 29 with 2 kids and 1 more on the way. Crazy friggin stuff.

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    1. And to think, I "knew" you before any of that! Hee.

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  4. Bars ARE so loud sometimes. Like, all of the time. And they shouldn't let inside more people than there are chairs, because if there's one thing old people like, it's sitting. (Another thing old people like: complaining.)

    I'm totally with you on this. I'm at a moment where I keep forgetting how old I turn this year and keep accidentally placing myself one year younger (oops). Occasionally I feel ancient (like working with people born in 1994, oy) and at other times I can't believe that people my age are, like, in charge of things.

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    1. YES WITH THE SITTING. I don't know when it happened, but now I hate going anywhere I know I might not have a chair.

      Also, your last paragraph? Yes. Just...a thousand times yes. Especially this: "I can't believe that people my age are, like, in charge of things."

      What's weird is that at some point we'll be the same age as the president (whoever that is at the time) and WON'T THAT BE CRAZY.

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    2. I think the really crazy thing will be when we're older than the president.

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