Birthday Musings

Yep, today is that one special day of the year when I level up- I mean, turn a year older. You see, despite the fact that most of the pictures around here show me as a spry young college student, I am, actually, quite ancient.

Nope, I'm lying. Not that old yet. I've been trying to muster up some sort of emotion regarding this particular milepost in the passing of my years, and the best I can come up with is relief that my car insurance is going down. I felt older than this two years ago, when I realized that I was as old as CJ was when I first met him. (Because CJ was every dormrat's definition of OLD.

Okay, here's a bit of realization that did get a little depressing. I bought a car recently. It's a new car, so I had to get a loan. When the loan is completely paid off I'll be Thirty. I guess people are supposed to feel old at every birthday divisible by 10 (for some reason), so there you go: I'll be paying off my car until I'm 30.

Sometimes it seems a little weird to think about my age, since I still do so many of the things I enjoyed as a teenager, eat candy, play video games, wish I was a monkey... pretty much everything I do, really. For the most part, today is just another day: I'm going to sleep through it, wake up this evening and do some stuff.

Since I'm not pining for my highschool physique or youthful exburance I wish there was some secret wisdom that I could share with everybody about thinking young or aging gracefully, but I think it's mainly just apathy. And any solipism I could come up with would sound pretentious to most people anyway, because as I said before, I'm not that old. You could dismiss my wisdom with a simple "Easy for him to say now, just wait until he's TwentySIX!"