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Just Because…

The pic at the top is oddly from Popular Mechanics, and it was used for an article titled How to Live Forever or Die Trying. This blog post is already taking a left turn from where I thought I was going. Today I read a blog post by my friend Kristen at Jots For Sanity. She touched on a topic that is near and dear to my heart, and she got me to thinking, and maybe even feeling. You should go read her post and then come back here to chime in on my thoughts.

The point of Kristen’s blog post was that as we get older, certain moments in life that we cherish, disappear. For me, today, I decided that I should write, because it’s possible that someday I might not be able to do that. Like I said, it’s possible, but I’m betting against it. Then I came across the Popular Mechanics article.

Pic from Popular Mechanics

For me, the question that they are raising, is how long can humans live now that we have new information, medical expertise, and vaccines that didn’t exist for our parents and grandparents.  I’ve always said that I want to live as long as I possibly can, but many people don’t feel that way. In the comments at the end of this, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this regardless of how you look at it. In having conversation with friends, I’ve gotten more comments against the idea of living over 100.

Pic from Guiness Word Records.

French woman Jeanne Calment lived from 1875 to 1997. Since then, several people have claimed to be older than 122, but none had the documentation to prove it. Jeanne’s birth certificate was preserved and she was listed in fourteen census records. Her husband died at 73 due to cherry poisioning. Cherry poisoning? How is that possible? I think he choked on a cherry pit.

Jeanne said that her longevity was due to olive oil, which in addition to eating, she rubbed it into her skin daily. She had a killer Tik-Tok account dedicated to this habit. Reportedly, after dinner each day she ate dessert, drank a glass of wine and smoked a cigarette. She only stopped smoking at age 117 because her eyesight was failing and she was having trouble lighting her cigarrettes. She also exercised regularly by riding her bike until she was 100 years old. She did not move into an old age home until she was 110.

Now in the age of A.I., I asked A.I. “what was the trait, behavior, or habit that “super-agers” have in common.” I found the synopsis of a 25 year study of the super-agers and the answer was simple; People. No, not the magazine! (Although some super agers did subscribe.) The simple answer is this; eat healthy, execise, and have people in your life. Socializing seemed to be the one thing in common amongst the most super agers.

Granted, all of the studies identify several genetic and biological things that impede our ability to live long, our generation does have the advantage of better and more medical interventions. So, that being said, if you could live to 90, or 100 or more, would you? What would keep you going? If you don’t want to live that long, why not?

Pic from Freepik

If lots of people in your life is the key to longevity, I would be remiss if I didn’t again thank my blogging friend Kristen for her post that inspired these 626 words. As I said earlier, I would sincerely love to hear your thoughts in the comments on this topic. You are my people, and who knows, one more comment might help me and you to live longer. We need our people.

Thanks for reading and happy Thursday!

~Phil

Throwback Thursday! The Rolling Stones Are Liars: My 2013 High School Reunion

I’m posting this today because this weekend is ten years since that 2013 high school reunion, and I’m going to another high school reunion this weekend.

(07/27/13)  Of course the old people joke above doesn’t apply to me and all my classmates who are attending our reunion this weekend.  The high school reunion; that American institution where we renew friendships, reminisce, and catch up. We remember who we were and we talk about who we’ve become. Last night I had a very nice time talking with many, many old friends.

Back to my title. The Rolling Stones are big fat liars. Mick, Keith, Ron and Charlie. Every one a liar. Pants on fire. The whole nine yards. What did they lie about? They lied about time. Time is SO not on our side. Judging from how haggard The Rolling Stones look, time isn’t on their side either. Especially Keith.

I know where you think I’m going with this, but you’re wrong. Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not going to bemoan how the years have changed my classmates and I. If anything, I was pleasantly surprised by how good everyone looked. My old friends are happy and healthy and doing well. At least the ones that attended our reunion.

reunion

In addition to attending reunion activities I also went back to the neighborhood of my childhood. I’ve only been there a few times in the last twenty years. Everywhere I looked there were ghosts.

If I looked at a street corner I could see the younger versions of my friends and I goofing around and I could hear the echoes of thirty year old conversations about inane topics. Walking by house after house, memories of adventures came to life in my minds eye as if not a day had passed.

The most startling revelation however is that apparently since I grew up I’ve become a giant. The parents of my childhood friends are smaller and shorter than I remember them. As my friend and I walked the streets it was amazing how much the houses had shrunk and now look old and run down a bit.  The walk around the block which seemed so long as kids is now barely long enough to be considered much of a walk at all.

Street Sign

I know that all these things are illusions. People age and the neighborhood that was the whole world to us as kids suddenly appears small and old when I return to it from the larger world I’ve explored since I left home.

Damn it Mick Jagger, you promised that time was on my side. I blinked and suddenly that naïve, wide eyed boy from a small town turned into an adult with a mortgage and acid reflux.

I guess more appropriately, this weekend illustrated to me the truth in the title of that Thomas Wolfe novel; You Can’t Go Home Again. I tried and although my home and neighborhood are not what they once were, I enjoyed meeting with high school friends again who all seem to be better versions of the kids I knew. Here’s to old friends!

As always, if you like what you read at #ThePhilFactor please hit the Facebook share button, especially my high school friends that might be reading this. It was great to see you all again. And thank you to Cindy for all the pictures you’ve posted to Facebook. I’m sorry I couldn’t include pictures of everyone that was there. Have a great Thursday, and I’ll see you all tomorrow! ~Phil