Oy! What could I have done to make my left elbow sore this morning? And dang, my calf must have cramped in the night--I don't remember. And why, after using the same pillows now for years, do I have a "crick" in my neck today? I think it's time to consult the Third Age Disease and Conditions Finder to identify the Aches and Malaise du Jour. But I have to ask, just what is the Third Age, anyway? And if I'm there, I don't think I was quite finished with the first two and would like to complete those assignments before I do Number Three, please.
My name is Fred First and I am an age addict. I guess I'm just getting what I deserve here. I admit it. I have an aging problem. Every birthday, every ten year marker, I have craved ever more of it--an age fix--even knowing the consequences: the sore neck, the aching elbow, the lapsing memory. I've only recently learned that there is a scientific, diagnostic name for this condition (and this not from the Disease Finder above). I am hopelessly "methusalated": a birthday junkie. Hooked on decades. You can read about it here from a confessing addict who tells it like it is.
Posted by fred1st at January 31, 2004 06:12 AM | TrackBackThird Age...as opposed to Old Age?
Posted by: Da Goddess at January 31, 2004 07:11 AM
Loved the Smithsonian piece, Fred. Very, very funny. But I do agree. Despite the drawbacks, aging is really addictive. And rewarding. On my blog recently, an anonymous reader commented, "S---, you are OLD!" I laughed until tears came to my eyes. Sure am, honey, as you will be. Wanna come to my croning celebration?
Posted by: travelertrish at January 31, 2004 10:53 AM
hi, my name is ntexas99, and I was an anti-age addict.
I spent a lifetime wanting less, not more. Only in these past 5 years have I finally come to appreciate that more is good.
I was old before I was young. Then I was young when it was already too late. Now I'm a confirmed age addict, who is trying to lose track of the time I've lost. More is good.
Posted by: ntexas99 at January 31, 2004 11:51 AM