Just 2 more years and its the big three-o. Might as well curl up and die after that. 30 is when you stop being relavent to today’s youth. I know a preacher friend of mine who never tells anybody his age due to haven’t a fear of not being taken seriously by the kids he ministers to.
20s are still relavent. I mean just a few years ago I was in college. I know what people are upto. I’m hip to the latest tunes. I listen to “The White Stripes,” “The Vines,” “The Strokes,” “The Hives”…. Kids ask me “How old are you?” Without even blinking I tell them. Later on I might have to mask it. I could pass for 23. But would I really want to?
Age is an evil thing. When you’re 12 you wish you could be 18 so you could stay out late. When you’re 28 you wish you were twelve so you could relive your childhood and do things right the 2nd time around. It’s not that I had a terrible childhood or anything. It’s just that I don’t feel completely fulfilled by it. I was too busy being self-conscious about myself and not having enough fun by it. Not having really close friends in my middle school years. Too busy thinking I was having fun in high school marching band and not looking into stuff that really mattered.
So depending on the number of cards I send out each and every month or so, I should get a ton of cards today. Thanks guys. But I’m not holding my breath.