Happy Birthday to me
Oh, last birthday year. What a strange year you were.
I outlined all the lows and highs of the last year in my holiday letter, but my age had nothing to do with those highs or lows. Age “stuff” just peppered the last year with a bit of seasoning.
when I was in class, students would ask me if I was a sophomore. I’d say I was a graduated graduate student. They’d look at me with big eyes and say, “wow. I want to look as good as you when I’m your age.”
Most people would probably be insulted by that, but I’m not. It’s a compliment and I hope I always get reactions like that. Those reactions give me a reason to continue running my ass off, eating veggies and drinking copious amounts of red wine.
I suppose the only thing those kinds of comments do is make me think about why so many people are bothered by their age number. If a person is doing what makes them happy, why fixate on “the number?”
I mean, yeah. I’ve been through some terrible crap, but it didn’t age me or make me a bitter old woman.
I’m an independent, decent looking, grown lady person.
I love b-horror.
I chuckle when I see naked asses and the word twat.
I love Adult Swim and playing Wii.
I get all giddy when I watch science fiction or watch a Joss Whedon show.
I still like Mike & Ikes, love stickers and heart glitter (no, I’m not a stripper.)
But yeah. I’m adulty.
So, how do you guys act your age? What are “age appropriate actions” for a gal like me?
While you think about those deep questions, let’s have a look at some names of people who share my birthday day:
And, some way cool Capricorns:
Edgar Allen Poe
Thoughtful and educational.
Edughtful, if you will.