Is it weird to be an old man?
A few years ago, it would have been—
but now I no longer mind soggy pasta,
and I stay home so I don’t have to worry
about the ‘meant to be’ and simply smile
when I hear ‘Serait-ce possible alors?’.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
Am I old? No. World War II veterans are old. Alan Greenspan is old. Clinton Eastwood Jr. is old. Even Neil Young is old. But me? No, not at all. And yet, I felt a strange twinge when I started reading the fifth edition of Software Engineering by Roger S. Pressman today. It begins with a reminder of the Y2K bug, and I realised that not only was I writing articles about the panicky preparations to prevent the end of the world at the time when it all happened, but that there is a whole generation of adults who can’t remember that atmosphere of impending doom because they were simply not even born yet. So perhaps I’m not quite there yet, but maybe it’s time to face the fact that old age is fast approaching.
