Aging, Career, Compassion, Humor, Kidults, Neurological Disorders, Philosophy, Problems to Solve, Relationships, Thinking, Time, Wisdom, Writing

Kid-ults: adults who need to grow up

The term “kidult” comes to mind, which is a hybrid of the words “kid” and “adult” and all the connotations involved. The kidult is your proverbial human (usually a male) who moves through life without care. Not the laid back, I’ve gathered enough of my material belongings around me so I can live well and take care of my loved ones. No. A kidult is a person who has reached maturity several years ago, but prefers to live as though they’ve still got a bedroom in their parent’s place, dinner on the table everyday (when they want it), and a select group of friends who think it’s cool to live this way for a lifetime.

I have a few relatives who lack so-called motivation and have probably earned the title of “kidult”. I also have friends who lack drive to do more than what they are currently doing.  Maybe this qualifies them as being kidults.

Sure, I may come off as sounding arrogant or that I’m sitting on some high horse, waving my finger in the air, nose pointed to the heavens, and declaring that I’m the antithesis of the kidult. But, allow me to elaborate: I firmly believe that kidults are the smartest people on the face of planet Earth!

They have made living easy (the kind of life that doesn’t require hard labor or mental effort) a form of martial art. This takes skill, intellect, and dare I say it, talent.

And this is why it bugs me! So much personal potential (power to impact the world and people) wasted. Thrown down the television tube or some other time-sucker, i.e., movies, video games, weed, or other powerful distractions.

And for some of you who wonder, what’s wrong with just living and doing things as long as you don’t hurt other people? Well, if everyone just ate their food and worked just enough for their self-survival then we’d all be in big trouble as a human race. Here’s why: Nobody, absolutely zero people who have this attitude are self-sufficient. There’s always somebody backing them up. There’s a safety net of other people ready to jump in and catch this person who lacks any drive in life to advance.

How do we get a kidult to grow up? How does one wake up a person from a slumber in which they are dreaming a pleasurable dream?

Pull the safety net away, I suppose. But, isn’t that mean, even rude. Kidults, ugh! Come on, friend, get a job. Go back to school. I know you can do it. If you can recite all the lines from The Matrix Movie by memory, you can certainly become a barista at Starbucks.

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Aging, Compassion, Existence, Philosophy, Time, Wisdom, Writing

Time – I wish I had more!

I wish I had more time in the day. As I get older, I feel that I have less and less time to do the things I want to do. Is this happening to you?

A part of me thinks this is because I’m making choices to do things that take up much more of my attention, such as my research in the lab, blogging, and trying to eat healthy (preparing your own food takes lots of time).

Ah, the joys of responsible living. Well, I guess the follow-up question would be what would I like to spend my time if I had more of it?

Well, for starters, I would like to read a novel. I haven’t read a fiction novel in months. That’s kind of sad for someone like me who is an avid reader. I love to read. If I had more time, I’d also love to get more exercise and be outside to enjoy the weather.

Maybe all of this lamenting these past few weeks are symptoms that I need to stop and smell the roses (i.e., go on vacation). Stop working for a bit.

I’ve been in a kind of information overload in the research. I’m spinning off in a new direction for my projects, and it requires so much energy to carry this thing off the ground, i.e., collecting data, running experiments, preparing for grants, that I’m feeling the need to relax, just a bit.

… I do sleep well, which is awesome!

There’s the sense that time is speeding up in my life. Going faster and faster, maybe like water down a drain, or air up into a tornado. I think for some people this would be frightening, very, but I’m simply fine with it. I guess it’s normal and I’m enjoying the journey! We know where it ends for the most part. 

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Aging, Career, Compassion, Existence, Problems to Solve, Relationships, Thinking, Time, Wisdom, Writing

Friends – Not Just A Television Show

Friends, the people around you that are trustworthy and share a common bond with are, in my opinion, a great gift.

In times of suffering or trouble, this network of friends lend that support which makes life that much easier. I think I have many friends, but few that I would feel comfortable leaning on when times get rough.

Just thinking…. one day I may call upon these individuals for valuable advice or insight into something I’m experiencing. It’s nice to know that my friends come from such varied background.

Each one a piece of a puzzle to figuring out how to solve the “right” way to move through this Adventure.

I suppose a part of the journey is not only discovering what you’re supposed to do, but discovering friendship.

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Academia, Aging, Coffee, Humor, Wisdom, Writing

Starbucks Wisdom

I walk into a Starbucks today and the barista, that’s what they call themselves, sees that I’m wearing a Berkley T-shirt. He asks if I was currently a student there, I said, “No–” and told him that I graduated “…a long time ago.”

The barista responds, “Yeah, you look old…err… wise.”

“Old?” I say.

“No wiser.”

“You mean old,” I reply.

“Older people are wiser,” he says.

What a dork.

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Aging, Faith, Neurological Disorders, Philosophy, Time

Not Meant to Age

ACCORDING to some definitions of what a “Pathology” is, aging, or getting old, is a pathology; where the natural progression of the event leads to abnormal functions, such as a loss of memory, loss of hair, muscle atrophy, baldness, and a tendency towards certain sports like golf.

Of course, this is all relative. You could consider aging the normal progression of natural events, uncontrollable events, inevitable circumstances.

And therefore I think a solution, of sorts, is in the question: “What’s your perspective?”

Since, if you are an optimist you lean toward aging and the effects that come with it as being natural, and inherently, purposeful.  And as an optimist you’d also think that scar tissue that forms in the spinal cord after injury (SCI) isn’t just the cause for paralysis, but rather the glial scar is what protects you from dying of nervous system failure. Because as we all know, the nervous system is very susceptible to small changes in chemical balances, and the quick formation of the scar maintains proper balance necessary for your survival.

The molecular and cellular mechanisms involved in the aging process are active. That is, as we age, our bodies purposefully break-down, degrade. This suggests a natural process. But, if aging is natural, why is there so much medical effort into preserving or retarding the aging process?

Well, just maybe, aging is unnatural. I’m using my imagination here, forgive me if go off the deep end for the sake of having some fun. What if somehow, our bodies were meant to go on functioning forever, and by some weird triggering-event we as a human species got knocked into a down-ticking clock toward our End.

What if the End, wasn’t mean to be?

The Merriam-Webster Definition of “Pathology“:

1: the study of the essential nature of diseases and especially of the structural and functional changes produced by them
2: something abnormal
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