obliged
I'm probably obliged to make the yearly it's mah burfday post, so here it is. I was in line at the BMV, because only the government knows how to cash in on all of those gifts of $$ from the extended family. License and registration renewal, on the day before my birthday. Would you believe it, but that's the very first time I was asked to sign my social security card, they're not technically legal unless they're signed. Mine's never been signed, and it's the same one I was born with. It took 24 years, 364 days and about 9 hours into my life before anyone cared enough to make me sign it. I almost lasted 25 years, a quarter of a century, without kowtowing to the dying lord of cash money for the elderly. Seems appropriate, I'll never touch a cent of that money anyway. I'm too busy supporting all those baby boomers that are starting to eek into the SS market.
A quarter of a century, what does that mean to me? Eh, not a lot. I'm not big on birthdays, and that goes in spades for my own. I'm even working on it. On the plus side, the male 25th is the only birthday past the 21st that matters. My insurance should drop. Yet I still feel like a kid. I look around me at my peers, and they all look (and act) like adults. I'm still pretending to pick my nose whenever someone stares at me too long. I'm rigging my boss's computer to say "poop" everytime she clicks on something. Hell, I'm still more interested in going to the park than making sure my retirement plan is coming along.
And if I were asked to sum up the past 25 years of my life, I wouldn't know where to begin. Sometimes reflecting back it seems like I've lived each section of my life as a different person. Each segment of my life makes me wonder just exactly who I was at the time. I used to be able to ride a bike with no hands, I tried the other day and nearly lost my forearms to the pavement. I used to go to church, willingly, every wednesday and sunday but at this point I couldn't even imagine sitting there and listening to someone try to say they know the ultimate truth (even though they usually begin with "I don't know the ultimate truth..."). Did you know that I even used to be deathly afraid of dogs? I'm not made up of my past experiences, the present has always been my basis for anything. In any case, I'm happy, I'm still alive, I've a lot of love in my life, I've plenty of hobbies and activities to fill up my time, and above all, I enjoy living.
A quarter of a century, what does that mean to me? Eh, not a lot. I'm not big on birthdays, and that goes in spades for my own. I'm even working on it. On the plus side, the male 25th is the only birthday past the 21st that matters. My insurance should drop. Yet I still feel like a kid. I look around me at my peers, and they all look (and act) like adults. I'm still pretending to pick my nose whenever someone stares at me too long. I'm rigging my boss's computer to say "poop" everytime she clicks on something. Hell, I'm still more interested in going to the park than making sure my retirement plan is coming along.
And if I were asked to sum up the past 25 years of my life, I wouldn't know where to begin. Sometimes reflecting back it seems like I've lived each section of my life as a different person. Each segment of my life makes me wonder just exactly who I was at the time. I used to be able to ride a bike with no hands, I tried the other day and nearly lost my forearms to the pavement. I used to go to church, willingly, every wednesday and sunday but at this point I couldn't even imagine sitting there and listening to someone try to say they know the ultimate truth (even though they usually begin with "I don't know the ultimate truth..."). Did you know that I even used to be deathly afraid of dogs? I'm not made up of my past experiences, the present has always been my basis for anything. In any case, I'm happy, I'm still alive, I've a lot of love in my life, I've plenty of hobbies and activities to fill up my time, and above all, I enjoy living.