Twice the Age of 14-Year-Olds, Half as Mature
Like other people with birthdays on holidays, I’m somewhat torn about putting more emphasis on the personal versus the importance of something larger. Then again, at least I wasn’t born on Christmas. But no, that hasn’t really been worrying at me lately. Instead, I’ve been pondering the concept of “growing up”. I don’t really care if I am grown up or not, but I do care about being taken seriously. Compare me (single, childless, petless, no “real” job) with someone at the same age who has the proverbial spouse, 2.5 kids, dog, and the house with the white picket fence. Who would you immediately gravitate to as someone who would understand the issues that are important to you better?
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Anyways, I’d like to reference this post again. It’s more fun than leaving people happy birthday comments.
Having once been a 28-year-old with proverbial spouse, 2.0 kids, dog, and house with chain-link fence, I think there’s nothing in the world wrong with doing it your way.
I was never, ever, ever going to get married. Then I got old and, inexplicably, I changed. Whatever. Happy Birthday. Eat some cake, have a drink, be of good cheer.
howzerdo: Thanks!cghill: Well, most of the time, I could care less about other people’s lifestyles let alone my own. But for some people, this is a Big Deal. And in real life, one has to find a way of interacting with these types of people in such a way that they’ll understand at least 1% of what you’re trying to say.charles: I’m not ruling out getting married. It’s possible if I find the right person. But I’m a pessimist when it comes to matters of the heart. I’m not sure I’d be able to stand anyone long enough to even have an ordinary roommate. And no cake for me today. No one bothered to make me one. And I’m too lazy to make (or buy) one for myself.