It is sometimes said that we start dying the day we are born. But, excluding maybe the ova population of a young female child's ovaries, this is medically not very accurate. Children's bodies and minds are growing. Their cells are dividing and living. At approximately age 18, however, things start going downhill.
Scientifically speaking, those cells that seemed to be capable of infinite division start to slow down and die. We reach our maximum height, and maximum IQ. You'll never be in better shape or have more hair than when you're 18. True, there might be a bit of mental curing left to do (because despite what you told yourself, riding on the hood of a car is NOT a good decision), but you are officially aging.
I think the true sign of aging is when your habits and thoughts about the world start to change. All of a sudden, I find myself wishing they wouldn't play the music so loud at the bar. I get angry at the cars that fly down my street. I see the stylish new jeans in the magazines, but can't believe that anybody would wear that, and find myself happy with the style that was popular in the late 90s (this is my theory on why so many women are still sporting the to the rib cage, popular in the 70s style.. they just can't let go of what they gre up with). And, I am looking forward to the best possible way to spend a Friday night that I can imagine: eating take out and watching a movie, all while wearing soft pants.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
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