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I’ve felt this way, periodically, since I was 25… So I know it’s not 100% accurate/reliable.
There’s still truth behind it.
Broken, all by itself, ain’t so bad. Broken things can be useful, even pretty. Just look at stained glass. Getting to choose to make new pictures outta shards. I’ve made my peace with broken a loooong damn time ago.
Fat is a temporary state of affairs, assuming I don’t die before I can fix it. And his current round of being fat is half water weight, every time I’ve gone on antibiotics this year I deflate like a balloon, so there’s some kind of infection running in the background hoarding fluids. The rest? Is a byproduct of whatever is f*cking with my back, and right side of my body. So I can’t even do business of living stuff during the day, most days, much less work/play to keep fit. Once we figure out WTF is wrong with me? I can get my body back. Have to get my body back. But right now? Is just not in the cards. No matter how much of my identity, and my life, centers around physicality.
Old, meanwhile, is just gonna keep coming. I felt old at 25. I feel old at 40.
I missed out on some cool opportunities when I was 25, because I thought I was too old, that I know people my age now and older just starting. So even though old’s only gonna be getting worse? And one does legitimately age out of a whole helluva lotta things? The blinders, are bullshit.
But there’s something of an unholy trinity with old, fat, & broken. Equals Useless. Take out behind the barn and shoot, useless. Let die in a gutter, useless. Of no value, nor ever any chance of being so, again. Useless. Old, fat, and broken.
There’s still truth behind it.
Broken, all by itself, ain’t so bad. Broken things can be useful, even pretty. Just look at stained glass. Getting to choose to make new pictures outta shards. I’ve made my peace with broken a loooong damn time ago.
Fat is a temporary state of affairs, assuming I don’t die before I can fix it. And his current round of being fat is half water weight, every time I’ve gone on antibiotics this year I deflate like a balloon, so there’s some kind of infection running in the background hoarding fluids. The rest? Is a byproduct of whatever is f*cking with my back, and right side of my body. So I can’t even do business of living stuff during the day, most days, much less work/play to keep fit. Once we figure out WTF is wrong with me? I can get my body back. Have to get my body back. But right now? Is just not in the cards. No matter how much of my identity, and my life, centers around physicality.
Old, meanwhile, is just gonna keep coming. I felt old at 25. I feel old at 40.
I missed out on some cool opportunities when I was 25, because I thought I was too old, that I know people my age now and older just starting. So even though old’s only gonna be getting worse? And one does legitimately age out of a whole helluva lotta things? The blinders, are bullshit.
But there’s something of an unholy trinity with old, fat, & broken. Equals Useless. Take out behind the barn and shoot, useless. Let die in a gutter, useless. Of no value, nor ever any chance of being so, again. Useless. Old, fat, and broken.