Sunday, September 19, 2010

Youth is wasted on the young

Exactly when the fuck did I get so old that this makes sense to me?

I had a brilliant weekend.  I went into the city to see my lover, Dave Matthews.  Yes, I know saying you like Dave is like saying you like sunshine, summer or vacation: not incredibly complex.  But for me, the love goes deep.  And dirty... if he would only take me up on it.

Anyhow, I left the city for the NW suburbs 5+ years ago after living downtown since 1993.  Ah, what a life I had.  It seems like I have lived 2-3 lifetimes.  Some are great, some are shady and some seem like they belong to someone else.  That girl was fun.

The buzz of the crowd pressing into Wrigley was amazing.

You know what I thought of the whole damn time?

Donors.

I saw darling, DARLING young women.  Oh, the youth!

Was it that beautiful when it was mine?

I wanted to grab them and tell them not to worry about the little stuff.  If he is an ass: leave him.  If it is a bikini: wear it.  If you want to tour The Far East: hurry up.  The outfit a little funky: wear it and rock it.

I am so grateful to be a part of all this.

19 comments:

  1. Roccstar, I love this. Love. It. Words to live by!

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  2. Love it and couldn't agree more! I feel having dealt with such sadness and loss this year I've gained so much perspective on what really matters and that there is so much out there that is insignificant. Glad you had a great time with your lover:)

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  3. Oh Roccie, these words are brilliant and so wise and true. Could only be said by someone who has been ruffled around the edges by life.
    It's so easy to get hung up on stupid little things, when I think about the things that I thought were life changing 10 years ago it makes me laugh. Life experience definitely gives us perspective on whats important.
    xxx Love to ya.

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  4. I just remember feeling so damn awkward as a young thing. Skinny and lanky. I never thought to enjoy it. And now I wish I had it back to enjoy. It's just so damn true! I wish I had all that energy back. The problem is, you worry so much about what others think when you are young, and fail to appreciate what you have. When you're older, you don't give a shit what anyone thinks, but no longer have that young lithe body. And it takes a bit longer everyday to be in the position to leave the house!!

    Love your posts Roccie. Roccie you rock!

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  5. You were at the concert in Wrigley!! ((Jealous!)) I heard it was so much fun. You do realize, dear Roc, that we are both Chicagoland dwellers!? How cool is that? I'm glad you had fun. I can't think of the hangovers some of those darling young things will be dealing with, though. I certainly don't miss THAT. ;)

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  6. Hey, what happened to my comment? :-(

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  7. so with you. They certainly don't realize how time flys and before you know it you're an old stick in the mud thinking of nothing but babies. DMB! Wow!

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  8. I too would look at young 20 somethings and think "hmm...I'd love to have her eggs...wonder if she'd give me some". Screwed up I know! But I still feel like I am young and when I'm not in the pits of IF hell I try and live it up as best as I can.

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  9. Before we chose our donor, every single young woman I saw, I imagined as my egg donor! This is totally normal.

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  10. I love this post. It sounds like you had a wonderful time over the weekend, and you need to change "that girl was fun" to "that girl IS fun." You're totally right, though, that youth is wasted on the young. If I had it to do again I would be less cautious, take more risks, and just generally have more fun. Oh yeah, and I would totally wear the bikini.

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  11. hey darlin, email is up on my blog now - no suzy homemaker at gmail dot com (no spaces obviously)
    xxx

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  12. words to live by, Roccie! love this post :)

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  13. Love this. And I think I might love you a little bit without even really knowing you. Your spirit is contagious :)

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  14. Ha! Love it! I will look at the youngins in a whole new light.

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  15. You made me laugh with your wanting to grab those young thangs and shake some common sense into them. I have that reaction, too. Often. If only we knew then what we know now...(we'd probably do it largely the same.) Sigh:)

    Sounds like a wonderful evening. Nothing like shaking a little booty to the tunes of Lover Dave (and I bet you taught those kids a thing or two).

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  16. Another IF'er and DMB hardcore fan checking in here! So jealous you got to see him at Wrigley. I saw them at Soldiers Field in 2000 or 2001, can't remember when, but I was much younger then so that's probably why!

    I absolutely love your writing style!
    ~Elaine, LFCA

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  17. I sure love the way you write. I was never any fun, but I sure could have done better about caring about the things that mattered. But I guess that's not the way it works. One might equally well say: wisdom is wasted on the old.

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  18. I would LOVE to go back. To be me and have done all the things that I've done and everything, but just to be in a 20-year old body, with 20-year old drives and ambitions and ideals and capacity/desire for partying. Hell yeah. I don't feel old yet, thankfully, but I am definitely no fun any longer.

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  19. This is so brilliant. I adore you.

    I have so much gray hair now that I'm pretty sure people will think our kid is our grandchild.

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