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17 years ago
The Rantings of an Art Crazed Chow, Second verse, same as the first.
*** Please note, the following journal contains the rantings and ravings of an old person and should not be taken seriously. ***
You have been warned!
In a few days, a few bloody days, a day after elections, I turn 50! Yea, some will say, hey, no big deal, perhaps. I have told myself last week that I would not make a big deal about it, no sobbing, no screaming, no nothing about getting old. Some folks around me even warned me about sinking into a pit of despair for thinking about it. Sure, I'm fine with that, yea, right! It is bad enough I have to work on that night, even worse that I fear my GF is planing a small party for me the following night before I go to work, imagine walking into work with cake on my breath. But to look back, and see what I have done over the half century I have existed on this mud ball of a planet, makes me want to scream to the high heavens sometimes. Don't get me wrong, life have been good, I have my health, or somewhat. I have a GF, yea, she is just as old as I am, not a girl, sometimes she don't feel like a friend. I have my art, what? ok, who is giggling, oh wait, that's me. I have my friends... (echo echo echo!!!) This whole thing would have not bothered me except for one journal that showed up about a half an hour ago, I won't name names here. Really! Because I'm old, I get the impression that I'm some pervert in sheep's clothing eyeing the little lambs, just because I'm old, I'm at a place where the average age is between 13 to 22 and I feel like some youth freak, trying to reclaim some lost childhood. Because I'm ancient, I am not expected to know what is hip, what is cool, what's going down and such.... Blah Blah Blah!
Ok, I've tired myself out ranting so I'm going to take a break here. yea, my birthday is on the 5th, so please, no messages wishing me a happy one, no gift art, no nothing. I'm sorry folks, but I have ruined it for myself this year and I gotta live with it. So cheers, and happy birthday to those out there having theirs.
You have been warned!
In a few days, a few bloody days, a day after elections, I turn 50! Yea, some will say, hey, no big deal, perhaps. I have told myself last week that I would not make a big deal about it, no sobbing, no screaming, no nothing about getting old. Some folks around me even warned me about sinking into a pit of despair for thinking about it. Sure, I'm fine with that, yea, right! It is bad enough I have to work on that night, even worse that I fear my GF is planing a small party for me the following night before I go to work, imagine walking into work with cake on my breath. But to look back, and see what I have done over the half century I have existed on this mud ball of a planet, makes me want to scream to the high heavens sometimes. Don't get me wrong, life have been good, I have my health, or somewhat. I have a GF, yea, she is just as old as I am, not a girl, sometimes she don't feel like a friend. I have my art, what? ok, who is giggling, oh wait, that's me. I have my friends... (echo echo echo!!!) This whole thing would have not bothered me except for one journal that showed up about a half an hour ago, I won't name names here. Really! Because I'm old, I get the impression that I'm some pervert in sheep's clothing eyeing the little lambs, just because I'm old, I'm at a place where the average age is between 13 to 22 and I feel like some youth freak, trying to reclaim some lost childhood. Because I'm ancient, I am not expected to know what is hip, what is cool, what's going down and such.... Blah Blah Blah!
Ok, I've tired myself out ranting so I'm going to take a break here. yea, my birthday is on the 5th, so please, no messages wishing me a happy one, no gift art, no nothing. I'm sorry folks, but I have ruined it for myself this year and I gotta live with it. So cheers, and happy birthday to those out there having theirs.
I dont think its anything to do with a yout shasing thing thing either. Fact is a with your oldest art, you was one of the early people to have an intrest in furrys. Its the youth today that are flocking to the furry dom, that other people thought of years ago. In truth becoming furry has become a fashon trend among a lot of people aswell. Nothing more than summat fun and full of sex to whittle the way the endless hours of free time on the web. This site is dedicated to fetish based kinks as you can see with its catagories. The reality is its taken years for trends to catch up and it become the norm.
As for celabrations I know what you mean, sometimes being left the hell alone is what you want. People mean well enough but you just want to hide from life. I look at my life now and well Im 26 and I have done nothing with my life as such at all. Im relativley set in this way, I wont ever do anything special or achive anything , lol I wont even try. But sometimes a birthday can reminf you that you did hope things would be different , well better rather than surviving each day by day struggling by. You wonder where that bliss full happiness and contentness is that you wanted.
The other year I spent my birthday asleep so i didnt have to deal with it. Steyed up 48 hours and went to sleep at 11 pm and didnty get up till it was fully over lols. Heh I wasent misserable either I was asleep at peace.
So well complying with your wishes I just hope you survive your day not too scathed. Ruined or not usualy them ups come along just often enough to keep you having some hope. It might turn out better than you expect even. Even if Im not on here for anything else I will be here to see Rantings of an Art Crazed Chow. Cos I managed to catch that echo.
Cheers.
Scarier thought: I'm still here, still fondling underage toons and little squirrels, chasing after pixiebunnies and going broke buying yet more radios.... Oh, yes, there is this mouse, too. ;)
Have a good one, chow- Taral's still older than you, as well as a few other grey furs out there, too. :) Us greymuzzles (over-35 furs) need to stick together. ;)
d.m.f.