There is nothing wrong with growing old, it’s growing-up I have issues with!
OK, so it’s been months since I wrote here, but the eve of my 35th birthday seem like a good a time as any to start again.
As the title says, and many of you know who know me, I don’t have an issue with growing old. The gray hair, wrinkles and tiredness are all part and parcel with becoming, what is technically, middle aged.
However there are a few thing that start to give concern: A) I still think I’m 21, but that was 14 years ago; B) my dad is only 26 years older than me now, less than it is more; C) I’m technically middle aged! D) I’m not married or have kids E) I have friends I have now known for 19 years, and I am still friends with now F) my joints ache when it’s cold and damp (and at sometimes when it’s not) G) It takes me too fucking long to recover from a night out on the piss! H) My childhood heroes are dying more regularly than ever before.
However, I am not planning on growing-up soon. I still laugh writing “boobies” on a calculator; I still stick my arms out and be an aeroplane; I like jellybabies, jellytots and Tootie-Frooties; I still love my folks and need their help at times! I have a BMX, and XBOX360 and a penchant for Lego.
So all I am going to say is, growing old sucks, but it’s better to grow old than up.
So I leave you with this important note: Grab the nearest calculator and turn it upside down and type this: 5318008 it’ll make you smile!