Thirty-Six
Thirty Six came and went without much notice.
Thankfully.
See, it’s turning 36 that really made me feel like I’m “pushing 40″. Can’t really explain it all that much; I’m not terribly troubled by it–With the exception of feeling like I might now know what heartburn is and the whole “wow, I’m really out of shape” stuff, I feel about like I’m still 35 or so.
It also means that I’ve been doing this blog for over 5 years, which is like 100 years in internets. Big deal… blah blah. It’s sort of “the norm” to blog. Or maybe it’s more the norm to blog and get in trouble for it, which smacks a lot of why I don’t talk about people or work or anything else in too many specifics.
Who truly wants to be bored with nameless, faceless people and places in my life anyway? Seriously… I’m not even sure that I want to tolerate that shit anymore from me.
So, a week ago, I hit the big 36. Typical stuff; it was Valentine’s Day so Nic and Syd both raked it in. I did some researching and tracking down and got Nic the Whole Foods Cook Book and Encyclopedia (2 different books) as a recommendation from Wil and then I tracked down a Cuisinart Popcorn Popper, a Popcorn Cook Book (still not here, thanks eBay!) and some gourmet popcorn that may never, ever arrive. I think there were some ridiculously expensive chocolates in there from a not-much-more-for-this-world Marshall Fields. Ummm, and a glowing butterfly thing and bag for Syd.
I got some clothes that mostly were made for smaller people and got to eat some steak and shrimp. I loves the Freezer Full O’ Meat that we’ve got right now. Big, big fan.
It’s daunting to realize that I still muse about the same silly shit I did years ago and I’m still as driven for my goals as I think I’ve always been–but at the same time there’s that “36″ thing there now. Maybe it was there before. Shit, I remember being in high school and knowing people who had parents close to my age.
How the hell does that happen? I sure don’t feel like I know shit about the world.
But, maybe I do.
I don’t know.
Maybe not knowing is knowing in of itself.
Maybe I should stop.