Bear with me everyone. This post will eventually be about writing. I was thinking a bit last night. Some of this may be fueled by the various drugs I’m on due to my head cold. Who knows. It gave me an idea for a blog post, so I’m thankful for that.
Anyhow, getting old sucks. Very profound observation, huh? Nobody has ever thought of that. And sure, I’m not THAT old yet. I’m 31. However, when you work on a college campus you tend to begin to see yourself as an old fossil.
One of the things I miss about being young, and this is going to sound extremely vain, is being told how handsome I am. Think back a bit. When you’re young, you can’t go into a grocery store, or a church function, without some random old lady walking up to you, pinching your cheek, and saying “You are so handsome.” I hated that at the time, but now I miss it a bit.
Both of my grandmothers have passed away. Just another reason I miss them is there were a great source of this type of ego boost. You could not get in the front door or either of my grandmother’s house without a kiss, a compliment, and probably a pie or some other pastry forced onto you.
Or, how about in school, where you hear from so-and-so that so-and-so thinks you’re cute. Man, that was a great feeling. That could really make your day. I get a similar feeling when my wife tells me I look good.
This stuff doesn’t happen anymore. How sad.
Now watch me bring this back to writing. I get nearly the same feeling when someone tells me they enjoyed something I’ve written as I did when some random person said how handsome I look. It’s just a nice boost to the ego and never gets old. Maybe this is why I share my fiction on this site so much. I’m addicted to that feeling.
Anyhow, thanks to everyone who has said they liked my writing, or told me something I’ve written made their day. I like you too. 🙂
The Struggling Writer 