A rant against youth

[Nearly Sane]

Glasgow is filled with freshers, bastard tiny children being all late nineties, some mebbes even 2000 born, walking around with their youthy youthness, paying nary a heed to people like me that they mock with their acne, their not being old enough to drink, their youngling giggling. 35 years ago, I was you, you tiny babies, unfeasibly young, unfeasibly tall, unfeasibly arrogant, wandering through the city showing off the shiny goldosity of being 17, dripping in hope and Paco Rabanne. I can see the worry in your eyes as you pass by the old bugger, worried is baldness infectious, do wrinkles appear everywhere, what if I become 30! Well it's all down hill from now, no new gold dreams, no precious metals, just sludge as you get to see yourself replaced each year by a brighter, younger, shinier model with new new features and a new set of apps installed and ready to work faster, cleaner, and no farts. This is your moment and you will miss it as you find out about the world and become cynical, arthritic, cranky 'dults with mewling childer, leaking bladders, and prolapsed mortgages. The maggots of death are hatching in that as yet nearly unused brain even as you look in wonder at your newness.

P.s. I am available for children's parties

[Sebastian Toe]

Glasgow is filled with freshers, bastard tiny children being all late nineties, some mebbes even 2000 born, walking around with their youthy youthness, paying nary a heed to people like me that they mock with their acne, their not being old enough to drink, their youngling giggling. 35 years ago, I was you, you tiny babies, unfeasibly young, unfeasibly tall, unfeasibly arrogant, wandering through the city showing off the shiny goldosity of being 17, dripping in hope and Paco Rabanne. I can see the worry in your eyes as you pass by the old bugger, worried is baldness infectious, do wrinkles appear everywhere, what if I become 30! Well it's all down hill from now, no new gold dreams, no precious metals, just sludge as you get to see yourself replaced each year by a brighter, younger, shinier model with new new features and a new set of apps installed and ready to work faster, cleaner, and no farts. This is your moment and you will miss it as you find out about the world and become cynical, arthritic, cranky 'dults with mewling childer, leaking bladders, and prolapsed mortgages. The maggots of death are hatching in that as yet nearly unused brain even as you look in wonder at your newness.

P.s. I am available for children's parties

What's wrong?
Did they not give you a swig of their Buckie? 

[Nearly Sane]

What's wrong?
Did they not give you a swig of their Buckie? 

They can't handle the Buckie

[floo]

Buckie?

[BashfulAnthony]

I didn't know you were bald, NS.

[Sebastian Toe]

Buckie?

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2015/feb/27/buckfast-drink-with-supernatural-powers-destruction

[floo]

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2015/feb/27/buckfast-drink-with-supernatural-powers-destruction

YUCK!

[Nearly Sane]

Buckie?

A fortified tonic wine, more properly called Buckfast, m'lud.

[Nearly Sane]

I didn't know you were bald, NS.

Cursed with the whole hair grows everywhere but on top of head syndrome.

[Aruntraveller]

Ive seen  you in a hat. Does a fine job of disguising it.

[Nearly Sane]

Ive seen  you in a hat. Does a fine job of disguising it.

there is a reason for the hats

[BashfulAnthony]

Cursed with the whole hair grows everywhere but on top of head syndrome.

Fine, but not too much information please!

[bluehillside Retd.]

NS,

I was you, you tiny babies, ...unfeasibly arrogant,

On the bright side, not everything's changed then 

[Nearly Sane]

NS,

On the bright side, not everything's changed then 

Ha! You should have seen me in my prime arrogance! Dancing across roofs buoyed up by no one knows anything.

[bluehillside Retd.]

Ha! You should have seen me in my prime arrogance! Dancing across roofs buoyed up by no one knows anything.

I wish I had Nearly, I wish I had.

My no. 3 starts Uni in a couple of weeks. For some reason now whenever I see her trying to work out how to cook a pizza I seem to get something in my eye. In a manly way though.   

[Nearly Sane]

I wish I had Nearly, I wish I had.

My no. 3 starts Uni in a couple of weeks. For some reason now whenever I see her trying to work out how to cook a pizza I seem to get something in my eye. In a manly way though.   

Showed Gordon a picture of it today. All cheekbones and hair

[Harrowby Hall]

The tragedy of youth is that it only happens to the young.

[Jack Knave]

That's evolution for you. Drives you to do all the necessary nasties to keep the species going to the next generation. Only old age reveals to the wise what a load of crap it is. We are finite and death is the final word. Life fools us into believing that their is a reason, meaning, a teleology, to our endeavours but they all end up in the sewer of history.

[Nearly Sane]

That's evolution for you. Drives you to do all the necessary nasties to keep the species going to the next generation. Only old age reveals to the wise what a load of crap it is. We are finite and death is the final word. Life fools us into believing that their is a reason, meaning, a teleology, to our endeavours but they all end up in the sewer of history.

But then I still believe  in stuff, much much less stuff than then. Teleology! Ha! just get by, just think that it ain't what you do, it is that you do it

[Hope]

That's evolution for you. Drives you to do all the necessary nasties to keep the species going to the next generation. Only old age reveals to the wise what a load of crap it is. We are finite and death is the final word. Life fools us into believing that their is a reason, meaning, a teleology, to our endeavours but they all end up in the sewer of history.

I'd go the opposite way, Jack.  Life teaches us that there is a reason, a meaning, etc.  I can think of plenty of stories that our family tell of our relatives (both alive and dead) - some good, some bad.  I'd suggest that your 'sewer of history' is more a matter of a narrative of history.

[Gonnagle]

Dear Sane,



I missed this one

But you are more rounded now, wiser than all that youthy youthness You can laugh ( out loud ) at all of life's absurdities, surely! Shirley! there is a touch of smugness at knowing, been there, worn the T shirt, burn't the T shirt, got a new improved T shirt kind of thing, I feel sorry for those "bastard tiny children" their poor wee life's are a hundred miles an hour, ours was slower, less cars, no internet, no mobile phones, we took joy in a good book.

Did those wee freshers all have their noses stuck to a mobile phone, a very 21st century disease.

Gonnagle.

[Nearly Sane]

A good rant is a sort of laugh out loud, Gonzo. Would I want to be them, no. I was very lucky that I finally left university without a mountain of debt (I did leave with a shocking amount for the time but that was my choice).

That it was half three score and ten ago, that I was them seems absurd. It was either last week or four centuries ago. But then on Friday past, I was out for a meal celebrating the 50th birthday of one of the people I met at university. A whole bunch of us, with partners regressing, despite the lost cheekbones, despite that thing where the men all start to look like some blanched babarpapa with glasses. Still fun, older, wiser mebbes not, but what we are. The only real sadness and anger is for those lost along the way, the gaps at the table. It is not the ghost of my youth that haunt me, it is the youth of too many of the ghosts.

[Gonnagle]

Dear Sane,

A good rant is a sort of laugh out loud,

Agreed, I enjoy a good rant 

it is the youth of too many of the ghosts.

Fair enough old friend, just to say I enjoyed your rant

Gonnagle.

[Jack Knave]

But then I still believe  in stuff, much much less stuff than then. Teleology! Ha! just get by, just think that it ain't what you do, it is that you do it

But you believe in stuff because evolution is driving you, because of your human nature.

[Jack Knave]

I'd go the opposite way, Jack.  Life teaches us that there is a reason, a meaning, etc.  I can think of plenty of stories that our family tell of our relatives (both alive and dead) - some good, some bad.  I'd suggest that your 'sewer of history' is more a matter of a narrative of history.

You believe this because of the way evolution is driving you to do so. All those who lost this drive to carry on regardless, in a blind manner, natural selection cut them out of the madding loop.