The odd things that happen with age.

You don’t get certain things at different point in life. As I have observed before, there is a lot of knowledge I have today I wish I would have had when I was younger, I believe it would have made life much easier to cope with. Then again, that knowledge was hard won to be sure and it’s likely the price you have to pay for such knowledge.

At the time of this writing (surprisingly not something unfinished from the drafts queue), AMC had been running this 31 Days of Oscar on the network where they ran all these Oscar winning movies in alphabetical order.

There was one afternoon where I was looking for something to have on in the background or I had finished for the day and I happened upon Gigi which I can say if you haven’t seen it is a really incredible film to check out.

It’s hard to explain, at least for me in the sense of the likely perception people may have of me and this very sentimental side which loves movies like this. The EYOC was a big fan of Rogers and Hammerstein and there was a lot of time when I was growing up where I would be watching old movies while left unattended. I actually get broken up by Gigi, it’s such a romantic film.

So, it was on the other day and I came in sometime in the third act of the film and there is a song in that act sung by Maurice Chevalier that I had heard before but today it just hit me so wildly differently because of where I am in life now...

Maurice Chevalier - I'm Glad I'm Not Young Anymore (Gigi)

Poor boy! Poor boy!
Down-hearted and depressed and in a spin
Poor boy! Poor boy!
Oh, youth can really do a fellow in!

How lovely to sit here in the shade
With none of the woes of man and maid
I’m glad I’m not young anymore

The rivals that don’t exist at all
The feeling you're only two feet tall
I'm glad that I’m not young anymore

No more confusion
No morning-after surprise
No self-delusion
That when you’re telling those lies
She isn’t wise

And even if love comes through the door
The chance that goes on forevermore
Forevermore is shorter than before
Oh, I’m so glad that I’m not young anymore

The tiny remark that tortures you
The fear that your friends won’t like her too
I’m glad I’m not young anymore
The longing to end the stale affair
Until you find out she doesn’t care
I’m glad that I’m not young anymore

No more frustration
No star-crossed lover am I
No aggravation
Just one reluctant reply
“Lady, goodbye!”

The Fountain of Youth is dull as paint
Methuselah is my patron saint
I’ve never been so comfortable before
Oh, I’m so glad that I’m not young anymore

Boy, if that doesn’t hit the mark!