growing up is kind of depressing. you start to look at things differently when as you get older, i think. you begin to see things in terms of the past rather than the future. you begin to evaluate yourself, your life, in terms of what you have accomplished and not what you will accomplish. you begin to look at children with jealousy and hostility and people older than you with disgust and hostility. you begin to become interested in boring things such as the evening news, good deals on anything, interest rates, a cheaper gas station. you begin to think that they don’t make movies like they used to. or t.v. shows. or automobiles or shoes or New Year’s Eve television hosts. you begin to prepare for death in the way most people do; that is, you draft your will, buy a new suit to be buried in, buy a tombstone and a plot, and calmy wait out the remaining days of your life. some have what are referred to as mid-life crises, where they buy a motorcycle and accompanying leather jacket, convince themselves that they will live forever, and leave town for an endless roadtrip. these people usually die in car accidents. people thought o.j. simpson was having a mid-life crisis as he raced down the highway being chased by several police cruisers. it was later discovered that this chase had some connection to a double homicide that had taken place earlier that week.
