Birthdays. What a unique form of torture!
June 13th, 2002
Well, kids, this is it. Tomorrow is the big three-one. Rumor among the over-twenty-nine crowd assured me that 30 would be the worst of it all, what with it being such a dramatic change from your twenties, but I have to say 31 so far seems worse.
It’s that damn one after the three, like an exclamation point or a nail in the coffin. You can’t turn around now, that one is saying. Wether you like it or not, this is it. Go ahead, take another step forward. Next thing you know you’ll be knocking on 40’s door. You think you’re stressed now. You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.
The weather seems to agree with me — cloudy and rainy all day long. Though to be honest, I don’t mind the rain at all. Matches my mood quite nicely.
Tick, tock.
Tick.
Fucking tock.