We are arrogant, aren't we?

Some people are afraid to get old man... developing new ways to prevent aging and greys. Wrinkle creams, moisturizers, Just for Men greys away.. color dyes and clubbing in their later 30's. Insane. Not that looking younger is bad thing but when your grandmother knows the lyrics to Womanizer, Houston we have a problem. My mother embraced her age though, she loved getting older and being out of the loop sometimes lol she told me growing old was growing wiser, knowing more and exploring more about yourself as a individual. She said people just didn't realize what a privilege it was to grow older... heh!

I wonder how it is growing old with another person? You know! Like the person who you feel ten times comfortable with than your regular Sunday nights in front of ESPN with a bowl of cookie crisp. Someone who doesn't judge you or humiliate you beyond repair... I wonder how that is? I mean, my grandparents been together since the Flood of man kind and I still wonder... they don't always look happy with each other. My parents didn't either. My mothers mom and pop was though but I can't even remember when my pop pop was alive..

Should we be ashamed of getting old? I don't know but I do know that I wouldn't mind it when it comes (old age). Especially if I was growing older with another person.



I am just typing lol I needed a break. I was doing a paper on 1700-1900 century art movements and old historic artist like Georges Seurat, Claude Monet... we had to choose an artist we would replicate ourselves as and of course I had to choose my favorite painter, illustrator.. Norman Rockwell (the image above). I don't think my artistic abilities can match his but I know a little more about him and his paintings so nothing major. I was thinking of doing Andy Warhol...

Well, break time is up. I guess I shouldn't prolong finishing this.
Oh yeah and I'm keeping this blog. Can't knock the older things.. you know?