On growing up

It has recently occured in my life that I have crossed a milestone in this weird variable called age. Nothing really changes at the occurent mile stone, one is not transformed from a frog into a prince overnight.

One just carries on with life, just noticing two subtle differences.

1) Things appear to repeat themselves.
2) In presence of a situation the outcome of it is minded instants before it occurs.
3) Hangovers are horribly worse.
4) Patience is limited with kinds of people with which there was a lot.
5) Annoying traits of character in others are directly indentified as: Damn I used to be like that once upon a time.
6) Every bottle in my bar has a story associated with it, and I do not need to be drunk to tell them.
7) I have less time for reading, and even less for writing.
8) Looking at the past is inevitable as everyting reminds you of it.
9) Your pictures of friends are only of weddings or babies.
10) Holidays are a rare comodity.
11) Most of the brilliant ideas of the past that I may have had, have made it to be succesful products without any involvement on my part.
12) The need to make lists out of everything seems to be stronger than anything.

I do not know if aany of this makes any sense but I guess its all part of growing up to start swapping insanity for senility ;P