25 November 2003
"Today," says the slogan, "is the first day of the rest of your life."
I don't know how long that is, but I do know how long it took me to get this far.
Some thoughts on turning fifty are in this week's Vent. In the meantime, talk amongst yourselves. I'll be back sometime tomorrow.
Posted at 3:33 AM to General Disinterest
Happy Birthday, Boy!
And good luck with the Move to a Better Place. It looked good in the photograph.
I'm right there with you on the turning fifty. I've already had some seven months of it and I recognize a lot of the same things you have. What keeps me going are the ones who gasp and exclaim "you're 50?!?" and those older than I who still feel I am but a mere pup :)
Yeah, but 50 is The New 40, so you won't actually feel like you're 50 until you're 60, according to something I read somewhere. All the stuff got moved back, so what was acceptable for a 25 year old back in the day is OK for a 35 year old now. Which pissed me off, because I was all looking forward to being 40 and *old* and stuff, just to find out it's really just like what I thought 30 was supposed to be about. Awww screw it, I'll act like I'm 12 until the instant before I'm dead anyway, so what's the difference, besides health issues, various responsibilities regarding finances, family, taxes, and other junk like knowing how the legal system works and that commercials and politics are inherently as Bad For You as heroin. Hmm. I think I just remembered why I don't ever want to grow up.
Let's hope that my peers who moan about their "lost youth" and sudden anxiety about reproducing themselves and taking on "adult responsibilities" at 25 are as reflective when they are 50.
Happy Birthday, Chaz! And belated Happy Thanksgiving, too. :)