Moaning about getting older is boring as ****, but occasionally, it must be done, simply for mental health reasons. So here's my moan:
I've reached an age now where I fully understand what men mean when they worry about having a heart attack. Nowadays I can feel my heart operating as a contracting muscle, and I'm much more attuned to how it responds mechanically to different stimuli.
You become hyper aware from head to toe, really. Must be some sort of slow fuse biological code we use to prolong our lives once we've matured out of our peak physical fitness stages.
In some ways, it's kind of cool.
So I guess it wasn't really a moan after all, derp.