Waving my cane around

[chipotle]

I’m old.

Well, no. I’m about a month away from 38. I’m approaching what should be my midlife crisis. And, given that I’m still single and never even owned a home, I don’t know if I even get a midlife crisis. (Kind of a shame, since I’ve been looking forward to it.)

I’ve let (too) much of my social life revolve around virtual worlds. I’ve gotten to know players behind characters and made both friends and friendly acquaintances. I’ve also made enemies and lost friends, a rattling experience; until recently, I couldn’t recall losing a friend through a fight since elementary school.

And the thing is this. Increasingly, people I meet there are people who are one or two decades, not years, younger than I am. I’m from the generation that grew up with Star Wars; people born after Return of the Jedi are legal drinking age now. This is like someone from my mother’s generation meeting someone my age who never understood what all the fuss was about the Beatles.

From college on, I’ve often been a few years younger or older than those I hang out with. So, I wouldn’t expect this to be much of an issue with friends. Most times it’s not. As the gap spans a full generation, though, I realize with shock that those irritating adults who say patronizing things like, “You’ll understand when you’re older” aren’t meaning to be patronizing. I know because I want to say that to people now.

I see friends taking terrible offense at trivial slights, friends slighting one another unthinkingly, and a whole, whole lot of bad attitude which usually boils down to, “I can’t be in the wrong here no matter how many people might say otherwise, because I have the power of moral certainty on my side!”

Everybody who’s high school and college age, including me twenty years ago, is pretty sure that “experience comes with age” is less a truism than an excuse. At their age, we’re sure we’ve met people twice our age with half our talent. We may be right. I’ve met people who’ve done more by their mid-20s than some retirees.

But one very important thing really does only come with age: learning to pick your battles. It usually seems to us, at that age, that all our contests and conflicts are zero-sum, life-and-death struggles, where one party must be acknowledged to be Completely Right and the other Completely Wrong. Which means, of course, you’d better be completely right.

And as these “battles” add up, we’re tempted to think we’re accumulating vast stores of hard-won wisdom about human relationsips and the way the world operates. We’re learning, to be sure, but it’ll take some time and distance before we realize the most valuable lessons were about how small those fights were, and how pigheaded we were for not seeing that in the first damn place. Arguments will never be water under the bridge if we insist on blowing up the bridge behind us.

There are some people my age who still do that. It’s possible to live your whole life fueled by outrage, although it tends to be a pretty lonely life if you do. By and large, though, the world-weary, bitter cynics I know are all in their twenties or younger. And lately, it’s been harder and harder not to grab a few I know by their lapels and shake them and say:

Stop it. You are not old enough to have seen it all and learned it all and done it all. Your experiences, as big as they seem now, both good and bad, are small. There are pits you haven’t fallen into and dreams you haven’t dreamt. As many places as you have been now and as many people as you have met, there are magnitudes more places to see and people to meet out there, and no matter how long you may live, you’ll only get to know a fraction of the people and places you’d most enjoy. So as young as you are, you don’t have time to spend playing crotchety old man. Your problems may be trivial and they may be serious, and it behooves you to learn the difference. You’ve got places to go and people to meet and a lot of life to live, so get a move on, kid.

Of course, it wouldn’t help; it’d just cause a fight, and, y’know, I’d be Completely Wrong.

But, hopefully, they’ll understand when they’re older.

Comments

[cetasdolphin.livejournal.com]

Somehow I can understand what you mean by this even though I am of the generation of which you speak or perhaps borderline even. Born in the tail end of 1979 (just as disco was dying supposedly) I never really got along with others my own age, always got along better with those older than me. I always find myself in a bit of quandry though in terms of furry fandom (though this can apply elsewhere), I am too young to be a part of the group of major furries in the fandom, but yet too old to be a part of any 'rising stars' as it were. So I am trapped in the middle of the road situation with no clear direction of what to do.

[twentythoughts.livejournal.com]

As soon as one recognises that no matter where one goes or who one meets, there are going to be new experiences one's not completely sure how to handle, life becomes a lot harder to complain about.

[typographer.livejournal.com]

Re: midlife crisis:

http://www.sansfigleaf.com/2004/f041111.html

And I just want to say for the record, that the topic you are covering in this entry is what I was working on for next week's essay on my site--in honor of my 45th birthday.

Maybe I'll still do it. Maybe I'll think of a different spin…

[peristaltor.livejournal.com]

Reminds me of a friend years ago, well into the beers of the evening, frustrated that all around her could not understand her point, who declared, "I'm 19, and I've lived!"

She's 38 now too. We still kid her about that.

Good post.

[tikaani.livejournal.com]

Almost like something I was thinking about recently, which was more along the lines that the current high school seniors were just being born when I was a high school senior. I don't think it lead to any deep philosophizing though.

[malkith0.livejournal.com]

I disagree. Why, in my short eighteen year stint with being on this plane of existence, I've umm...

Ummm...

Uhhhhhhhhhh...

Fuck. I've wasted my precious youth on Animaniacs, SNES, and leafing through my father's old Playboy magazines. :(

[maxburn.livejournal.com]

Heh. Though I´m clocking in at 30 turning 31 in October, I do know how you feel from experience myself.
Course, chalk it up to half my friends being 10 years older and the other half 10 years younger.

[JC]2

[prickvixen.livejournal.com]

I was thinking about this matter this evening. And I decided that failing to make it as a 'bachelor,' for lack of a better term, isn't the fault of the bachelor, it's the fault of everyone else they knew. Bear with me on this. It isn't hard to remain single and just hang out and not worry about getting married or having kids. But when everybody you used to run with has hooked up with someone and they have kids and a mortgage and car payments, and you're pretty much all alone with yourself, you aren't left with many choices. I mean, remember when some friend of yours would hook up with an SO... it's like they were dead to you. Imagine all your friends doing that, in perpetuity. The few people who can insert themselves seamlessly into the subsequent generation are very fortunate. But most people are screwed. But the fun part is, all those friends who ran off and became responsible blame you for your position. I mean, I guess I should have figured it out sooner, since it works like that with everything else. When most people aren't as smart as you, they blame you for being smart; when they're not as talented you they blame you for being talented. When they're stuck in a marriage which didn't end up making everything wonderful and they're locked into sustaining some kind of domestic lifestyle, they blame you for your freedom. So that's middle age. Like everything else about growing up, it's really easy to explain if someone would take five minutes to do so, but no one ever does. I think it's out of spite.

[chastmastr.livejournal.com]

Hugs. I feel old too at times. I think I had my mid-life crisis early (1995) though I'm still sorting some things out (see recent post). But, yes, it is odd to see various old friends/acquaintances married, with kids, and such.

[kynn.livejournal.com]

Well, if you're talking about me, i've been trying to talk to you for a while now, and you don't seem interested.