Woohoo! I’m Old

The first memory I have of my life is a pretty simple one. I was bouncing around our little backyard – I think I was swinging myself around this single T-pole (used to hold one’s laundry lines for drying one’s laundry – usually seen in pairs; however there was only one in our backyard…) that we had (I’m pretty sure, if you head on over to my parent’s house today, you’ll still see this pole standing in the backyard … I think it’s green…) – chanting, “I’m gonna be four … I’m gonna be four” in that sing-song style that cute, little children often use. I’m not sure exactly why I was doing this although I’d bet it had something to do with my brother either turning, about to turn, or having just recently turned five. You see, my brother’s a year older than me; however, there’s a 19-day period each year where – strictly in terms of whole numbers – he ends up being two years older than me. Was he (my brother, that is) perhaps teasing me about only being three…? I suppose my mom then informed me that I would soon be turning four and I guess I was so happy about that fact that I decided to run outside and sing it to the world. As everyone already knows, basically by living through those years first-hand, that’s just the way life is. When you’re young, getting older is a good thing. I turn 40 today…

I have absolutely no plans for my birthday. I’m currently at work – most likely be here ‘til six or seven … although I did actually drive to work today so I “could” leave whenever. I usually commute via bus but decided to avoid the hassle today. Of course this means that today is one of the more rare days where I will not be forcing myself to walk the 1.3 miles to and from the bus stop; or, to put it more succinctly, won’t be exercising. That’s not good. I need the exercise. It doesn’t seem to be working (at all, actually) as I’m not getting any of those unexpected surprises that started becoming commonplace when I was living in Germany – little things like needing to purchase jeans that wouldn’t slide off whilst I was walking. Granted, I’ve only been walking everywhere (well, not “everywhere” but most places) for about four months here in California; but I’ve noticed absolutely nothing. There have been a couple people that said I appeared to be losing weight although I attribute those instances to what I was wearing. I get to see the completely unadulterated me in the mirror each and every morning and the image hasn’t changed a bit – even I wouldn’t fuck me and my standards aren’t very high…

But, as is usual with my messed up little mind, I have once again veered off topic. Perhaps that’s just one of the side effects of my advanced age…? Sounds a bit like senility to me… Okay, so what was I talking about again???

Oh yeah, it’s my birthday. It’s my birthday and, other than the spattering of “Happy Birthdays” that I’ve received, it’s just another day; but, to me at least, that really is all it is – just one more day closer to death. Now I do realize that most people, on their birthdays, still try to treat them like they’re something special … even if their “good” years are long behind them. In fact, it’s usually the friends of these poor chumps that try to turn the day into a grand occasion – often at the satirical expense of the “guest of honor” resulting in amusement and hilarity being enjoyed by all in attendance. But I have no worry of that happening. I really don’t have any friends here in California … at least not anymore – I used to think I had one but she’s since clearly made it known that I was mistaken.

No … I know how my day’s going to end up. I’ll be heading back to my apartment after I decide to leave work (where, by the way, I’m doing nothing more than making an appearance – there’s really nothing productive that I can do here as we don’t even have the correct models needed … believe me, I could be just as productive from my apartment…) and spending my evening watching the latest NetFlix DVD that I got – Dr. Katz (Disc 4, Season 3). I’ve got about half of the Smirnoff Ice variety pack that I bought a few days ago as well as close to a full pack of Marlboro Light 100’s (and I thought I had that nasty habit beat a couple months ago…) so I guess good times are just-a-waitin’. Woohoo…

Happy birthday to me … I guess…

bis später,

Coriolis