35 years ago, on a very snowy, cold day in Amarillo, Texas, your host here at the Experiment decided to see what was happening on the other side of the womb. I’m not really a big celebrator of birthdays but 35 seems like kind of a milestone. In fact, according to recent studies, that’s darn near close to half my expected life span. When you put it that way, it’s a little depressing. So let’s not focus on that part, shall we? Avoidance is such a wonderful coping mechanism.
In truth, except on days following nights where I consumed more than 4.56 ounces of liquor, I rarely feel 35. Though given the one-sideness of all human experience, I’m not going to say that I really have any clue what 35 feels like. So maybe I do feel 35. Isn’t existentialism fun? I digress. I digress a lot, must have something to do with that shiny, jangly thing over in the corner. . .oh look a chicken!
Anyway, I still play pretty hard at softball, I don’t notice a great deal of loss of physical ability and my mind is just as dull as ever. So 35 doesn’t seem to be that big of a deal. That said, according to all my elders, it’s coming. That dark, gloomy pall of age is lurking just around the corner, waiting to make me feel old. In some ways, I’ve always been old. As an only child with most adults for companions, I grew up faster than most. So in behavior, a lot of times, I feel really old. So how do we go about feeling young? As trite as it is, I think it comes down to just thinking young. Yup, that’s trite.
So as you can see, in this really random post that never should make it to anyone’s eyes but my own, I have no idea what it’s like to be 35 and writing about it for 15 minutes did nothing but scare my 2 readers. In the end, I say fuck self-inspection and let’s just have a good time, while being fiscally responsible for the future by saving a dedicated amount each month towards retirement, long-term savings and a disaster fund for when you’re not 35 anymore and you have to take care of yourself for the next 30 years without a job because you’re old and decrepit.
Maybe I’m better off just surfing the internet in the mornings.
December 15, 2007 at 10:44 pm
Brett, in my 35 years of playing softball, I’ve never had a teammate who was as fast as you. Keep it going, Bro’.
December 15, 2007 at 10:44 pm
Brett, in my 35 years of playing softball, I’ve never had a teammate who was as fast as you. Keep it going, Bro’.
December 15, 2007 at 11:37 pm
Oh yeah, Happy B-Day !
December 15, 2007 at 11:37 pm
Oh yeah, Happy B-Day !
December 17, 2007 at 7:09 am
Thanks, Rick. I’m looking forward to having you back out on the field this year. Oh, and I got a sweet new bat I can’t wait to try out. 🙂
December 17, 2007 at 7:09 am
Thanks, Rick. I’m looking forward to having you back out on the field this year. Oh, and I got a sweet new bat I can’t wait to try out. 🙂
December 21, 2007 at 1:40 am
Sounds great. Merry Christmas to you and Kathryn.
December 21, 2007 at 1:40 am
Sounds great. Merry Christmas to you and Kathryn.