Also: The people don’t change. The pool of people your age that you could meet doesn’t change, it only gets smaller.
Finally, a banger shower thought. But now I’ve got an existencial crisis lol.
It’s okay. We’re only running out of time. ALL of us — ALWAYS — hurtling through space at ~30km/s around a fireball that’s burned for billions of years, on a spaceship that materialized out of the remanence of exploding fireballs, which materialized out of nothingness.
Believe it or not. A banger shower thought was an inevitability.
We’re basically the universe waking up to itself after 13 billion years of a chaos bender and going "What the fuck!?! I’m on a fucking rock? In the middle of fucking nowhere? … I can’t believe I’ve done this to myself!
I see “your age” similar to the dating pool. It grows the older you get. When I was young my brother and his friends were incredibly old. But nowadays they are “my age”. I mean, my wife was literally born four days after my brother. That alone increased “my age”.
And when I look at the other parents I meet at my kid’s schools “my age” is an even bigger group. Add hobbies to that and it’s off the chart.
