I’m turning 36 tomorrow, but unless things go seriously awry I’m not going to have time or energy to write about it, not the next two days either
Supposedly the older you get the less thrilling birthdays are. I think that’s just for death denial people, those who haven’t accepted that they ARE going to die someday, and that someday gets closer every day. I’m tickled to be older, more excuses to complain about aches and pains and talk about how much better it was when I was young, even though it wasn’t.
It was great when I was a child, compared to now, but being a child at that time sucked more than being an adult now….
but statistics are behind the notion that as another birthday passes, I’m more likely to die of cancer or heart disease.
I was out doing my errands today and ended up behind someone with a memorial to someone who was born the same year I was, 1988. They died in 2013, and I had some interested emotions about that. Of course, back then I had more hope, more trust, less hair…. but the last 11 years have been interesting. I wouldn’t have met my wife for one, and that’s something I wouldn’t want to miss out on.
I’m ready to go whenever, but I think I can make this remaining 60 years of life expectancy work out just fine. Sixty more trips around the sun, I’m more than 1/3rd done.
I still think it’s easier in ways to be suicidal and young, it’s a lot longer to wait for your body to check out on it’s own, no one depends on you yet, you aren’t invested in anything.
but I’m a bullshit artist, no matter what unpleasant situation I find myself in, I try to twist it to being commendable and desireable. If I had one leg I’d be talking about how cool it is to wear a peg leg, but I definitely prefer having two legs now that is currently my situation