I'm very busy at work
One day last month I was talking to friends about their friends and I heard myself saying at one point: Hey, all my friends are in their twenties, I have no thirty-year-old friends. I thought of this realisation like something missing in my social education, not knowing anyone beyond thirty who could tell me something new, something interesting or very clever, [insert more cliches] &etc. Although I'd freak out like the jester of King Lear if I did have friends who were, for instance, married with children and they start thinking that diaper brands or the kid's sicknesses or, holy cow, their extra-marital affairs are good fodder for conversation. Of course the permutation of "older" and "in their thirties" varies, but that was a worst-case scenario and I'm always thinking extremes.
So, when I said I didn't have any friends in their thirties I believed it.
Until: Two weeks ago all my thirty-year-old friends started springing up all over the place. I was clicking around on Friendster and Kevin (of the K.piak) is 30. One saturday with friends from work I find out that the birthday we celebrated for Natalia at Womad was her 30th. Yesterday, YESTERDAY (!!!enough already!!!) I was around the area and decided to pop in at Alfredo's I ring the doorbell and he goes What do you say to me! It's my birthday!! He's 30.
I used to think that crossing the twenty barrier (or just aging in general) brings you somewhere wiser and maybe better, but now I wonder if that crossing is more invisible than a glossy black cat on a piano. I don't recognise my newfound 30-year-old friends, I mean I don't recognise their newfound age. It's probably better this way; why wreck the brain thinking about time, something that's always around and simply cannot be helped? Of course you cannot pass a year, cut a line across your life and say, this is it, I've reached a vital point. But we're also always fooling ourselves that there is a vital point somewhere.
Better to think of the birthday as the marker of your astrological chart telling (or lying) about your future directions, an additional reason for having a party, or make a cake, harangue your friends and family for things you'd rather not pay for yourself.
I'd like to travel at the speed of light. You age slower; or is it relative Time expands?
So, when I said I didn't have any friends in their thirties I believed it.
Until: Two weeks ago all my thirty-year-old friends started springing up all over the place. I was clicking around on Friendster and Kevin (of the K.piak) is 30. One saturday with friends from work I find out that the birthday we celebrated for Natalia at Womad was her 30th. Yesterday, YESTERDAY (!!!enough already!!!) I was around the area and decided to pop in at Alfredo's I ring the doorbell and he goes What do you say to me! It's my birthday!! He's 30.
I used to think that crossing the twenty barrier (or just aging in general) brings you somewhere wiser and maybe better, but now I wonder if that crossing is more invisible than a glossy black cat on a piano. I don't recognise my newfound 30-year-old friends, I mean I don't recognise their newfound age. It's probably better this way; why wreck the brain thinking about time, something that's always around and simply cannot be helped? Of course you cannot pass a year, cut a line across your life and say, this is it, I've reached a vital point. But we're also always fooling ourselves that there is a vital point somewhere.
Better to think of the birthday as the marker of your astrological chart telling (or lying) about your future directions, an additional reason for having a party, or make a cake, harangue your friends and family for things you'd rather not pay for yourself.
I'd like to travel at the speed of light. You age slower; or is it relative Time expands?