A Fine Cheese

by David Gluzman

I enjoy a nice strong super stinky brie. When I buy cheddar I’m always looking for the Extra old – extra strong sorts. You could say I greatly enjoy eating cheese, the older it is the better. However, I’m still not sure how much I enjoy growing old.

I guess I could be called a young cheese or not so strong cheese, but the mold is quickly starting to appear under the surface. Having celebrated my birthday this past month, my age hit me kinda hard. Now sure you can all laugh at me for saying, “Man, I’m getting old” and I’m only 24, but whatever. It all started when I started a conversation with a girl that was sharing her birthday with me (along with Bon Jovi *shudder*). She had just turned 18 and was out ripping it up at the club, but then it dawned on me that she was born in 1985! Heck, I remember what I was doing in 1985, and that made me feel really old; 18 year old are now born in the mid 80’s!

You watch your parents get older by the day, but I’ve never really reflected on the fact that I’m also getting older by the day, and it’s finally getting noticeable. All my friends are either getting married, buying houses, and buying dogs. What the.. When did all this mad speed growing up start happening? I’m pretty sure at my age my parents were already married; must I get married now? You just know that 30 is peering around the corner, and if history has though me anything, the next 6 years will move at a much faster pace than the past 6 have. Think about it for a second, if you think about all the key memories you have it’s generally rooted to the first experience of “something” in your life. For example, the first time you move out to a new place it’s a huge process and you remember it well, but once you do that a few times it’s completely forgettable. So really how many new experiences do you hit after your 25? Sure you can travel and stuff, but that’s nothing compared to the first 20 years of memories that filled up your life. I want to have another 20 years of continuous life engaging experiences and not have to worry about anything. Can someone else please pay my taxes?

I’m impressed, enlightened and surprised less often than I used to. My opinions are more solidified than before and I think I can hold my own in most arguments; a clear sign of age. Now I’m not really complaining about any of these things, I think this is one of the finer features of growing old, knowledge. I’m still dumb as a post in most things, and my life experience is pathetic compared to other people I’m sure. I don’t put up a façade that I know more than everyone or anyone else, but I do know that I know more than I used to. Try saying that three times fast. What I’m wondering about is what will the rest of my life be like? Will I be happy, healthy, slow, fast, and still thin? Freaking better be.

Getting gray hair, thicker facial hair and realizing that my body can actually be broken down is some of the less stellar highlights that I’m starting to get used to. I can only imagine what things will be like in 10 years. All I know for certain is I don’t want to live my life slaving away and not enjoying myself. Living a life full of doubts and regrets is not the way I want to look back at my life when my time here is over.

  • A Fine Cheese
  • by David Gluzman
  • Published on April 1st, 2003

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