Being old is boring
Feeling relaxed and thinking back to all the pastimes I used to love. Even thought about trying a few out once again but I know they will no longer be suitable owing to a change of attitude regarding certain aspects of them. Take fishing for example …
I used to love going fishing. I would spend all day at the seaside in all sorts of weather reveling in all the gory details. The twitch of the rod when I came would make it all worth while. Now though I know for a fact being older has spoiled it for me. For one thing I care for living creatures far too much now to even put worms on the hook without feeling remorseful. The thought of sticking a hook in the mouth of another when there is no need to do so but for selfish sporting reasons again assails my sensibilities. What about guns and hunting?
I was obsessed with air guns. I had loads and I tuned a few to achieve quite alarming projectile speeds. I was also a damn good shot. The number of birds I sent to their birdie graves doesn't bear thinking about. I used to revel in it and would spend hours waiting for a particular prey to show. Now though? I can hear the sound of the pellet hitting home at times and the thud of a dead bird of my feet. It doesn't make me feel at all comfortable, let's put it that way.
So, all in all becoming older is undoubtedly a recipe for a life of doing sod all bar for pottering around in the garden where nothing is overly disturbed. Is this wisdom or something far more insidious?
PS: this is NOT about me and my bleeding hobbies ... sheesh.
This is about ...
The point of this post is about the changes we undergo as we become older and what are they for? Why do people change their attitude to various things? What are the reasons behind it all? Is this wisdom taking shape?