Mijn weekend is vanmiddag al begonnen. Morgen vertrek ik voor zo'n 24 uur naar het Drentse platteland om mijn intrek te nemen bij een vriendin die in een Drents huisjespark een ultracomfortabel onderkomen heeft gehuurd, alleen maar omdat haar man beweerde dat zij zich geen weekend alleen zou kunnen redden. Dat kan ze heus wel. Ze nam tegelijkertijd de gelegenheid te baat om mij voor de vrijdagavond uit te nodigen en ach, als ik daar in de middag om een uur of 4 arriveer, de volgende dag na het middaguur weer vertrek, zal ik niet in de weg staan van haar welbestede weekendje-alleen-eropuit, toch?
Naar nu blijkt heeft het huisje een interne zonnebank en sauna! Dat gaat mijn voorstellingsvermogen te boven. Ik ben sowieso nog nooit in mijn leven in een sauna geweest. De kans dat dit morgen zal veranderen is wel bijzonder groot. Ook kunnen we er wel zeker van zijn dat ik morgen en overmorgen het tot leven wekken van mijn pigmentcellen als uitdaging zal beschouwen.
Deze vriendin en ik hebben wat overeenkomsten en delen een aantal passies. Om te beginnen zijn we allebei Leeuw (als sterrebeeld, duh) en hebben we bruine ogen. Dan is daar de liefde voor muziek en dan met name die van Tom Waits en die van David Bowie. Wij zijn met recht liefhebbers. Vervolgens is er die andere grote passie: het goede leven. Lees: lekker en goed eten en drinken. Alleen al in dit opzicht vrees ik dat de beschikbare 24 uur heel erg tekort zullen gaan schieten. 'k Heb er sin an!
Ik wil jullie graag een schitterend nummer laten horen. Het is heel bijzonder, want het is een stukje uit de film Romeo & Juliet , maar het is geen clip uit de film. Het is een soort toespraak. En dit is de tekst. Het kan me tot tranen roeren, zo herkenbaar vind ik het.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind sides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen. |
