Being Too Old Is a Beautiful State of Mind

Recently, a bunch of my Internet acquaintances threw a three-day party in Austin, kind of a Burning Man type thing at which there would be many entertaining discussions, singalongs, and probably some high-quality pond swimming. I was excited about going. Then, one morning, I woke up and realized that I was Too Old for this. The time in my life for such things is over. I sold my ticket to a friend and felt very good about leaving certain joys to others. When people asked me if I was going, I told them that I was Too Old to go, and they were quick to mention that there were people of similar age going, some older, some much older. (I’m 33.) Although true, this objection missed the really important point, which is that being Too Old is a state of mind. I find it highly desirable and think everyone should begin to cultivate it at the age of 24, so they can start opting out of big chunks of potentiality as soon as possible. Essentially, deciding that you’re Too Old is deciding that this the

Recently, a bunch of my Internet acquaintances threw a three-day party in Austin, kind of a Burning Man type thing at which there would be many entertaining discussions, singalongs, and probably some high-quality pond swimming. I was excited about going. Then, one morning, I woke up and realized that I was Too Old for this. The time in my life for such things is over. I sold my ticket to a friend and felt very good about leaving certain joys to others. When people asked me if I was going, I told them that I was Too Old to go, and they were quick to mention that there were people of similar age