You Are What You Eat
I’ll be 29 in less than a month. 28 has been a good year, mostly. 26-27 wasn’t so good, I accomplished not much other than put in time working on what they used to call a “career”. Not sure what it’s called nowadays. 28 was more of that career-building pretty much all the way through. This sounds bad and boring but it’s good for me.
Before that (23-25ish) I was really focused on being happy and skirting responsibility: travel, abusing substances, listening to bad music, sitting up all night talking with my girlfriend about things we’d forget in a year, if not by the next morning. A cliche could probably go here but I actually have a few coming up so i’ll just say that what you think makes you happy usually doesn’t. If it was that easy, everyone would find happiness too quickly and easily and we’d all be writhing around on beanbags giving each other hand massages as if we were at some goddamned hippie extacy rave.
So in those years when I was looking for the things and people to— This reminds me of the cliche I mentioned earlier, and this is stolen from a sometimes friend who reworked the meaning of an older cliche: you are what you eat.
Sometimes you hear older people say that as you get older you have to watch what you eat, and I wonder if maybe they mean that like my friend means it: people, things and ideas. You gotta be careful about what you eat. Ok. So, I guess an important lesson that I’ve given myself as a 29th birthday present is that. Life isn’t about just having a big open mouth, chomp-chomp-chomping anything you can put in there.
Bad relationships, the transience of youth, compulsions, drinking too much whiskey on weeknights: the world is as you are. You are what you eat. All that stuff.
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