The artist remarked to me today at our usual lunchtime massage that he'd bumped into a former acquaintance last week, who I gather showed a mixture of surprise and contempt that I was still around, given that I hadn't changed since school.
This remark has been mulling around in my head for the rest of the day, as I got to wondering how much do any of us change? So putting aside physical traits - for whilst loosing one's hair is one mark on the "I've changed score", it is not something many of us wish to dwell upon - what are well left with?
It seems to me that many of our traits stay with us as we get older, perhaps the only thing that changes to any significant degree for the better is that of wisdom, until of course we reach that age where senility sets in. Other areas, such as culture, sense of humour and ambition, will wax and wane, certain things coming to the fore at certain points in our life, helping to guide us to a fulfilling and rich old age.
Of course, none of this is anything compared to the thought that I haven't been able to get out of my head since lunchtime - I would never get so drunk as to let grown men fondle my genitals when i was a teenager, and that has not changed to this day, however much of a hangover cure it is purported to be.
