Nix Smith August 8th, 2008
So yesterday was my 29th birthday. I met it both with reluctance and some joy. After all, who doesn’t like presents?
The last two (or five) years have gotten me to begin thinking about what it is that I’ve accomplished with my time here on Big Blue. The true (or observed) length of 29 years depends on what you’re comparing it to. When you think of it as 11 years since I graduated from high school, it’s a damned long time. When you look at it as 30 of the potential 100 years I could live, it’s a damned short time.
So which way have I chosen to look at it? We’ll return to this in a moment.
This year my best friend turns 30. It’s only the second time in the 18 years we’ve been friends that her being a year older has mattered (the other, of course, being that she turned 21 first). Realizing that she’s about to hit the milestone that I’ve spent the last 4 years dreading made me think twice before complaining about said milestone to her. Instead, I offered for her to join me in staying 29 forever, as I plan on doing next year.
She had an even better plan. You see, her father doesn’t want the two of us to get older anymore than we do, for obvious reasons. Because of this, he’s spent the last 4 years convinced that she’s still 25. We’ve always fought him on it, but this year we’ve decided that really, father DOES know best. In addition, I will no longer be one year younger, simply because I can not afford an increase in my car insurance rates.
I announced our decision to go backwards in age a few days ago, and my other friends, god bless them, were all extremely supportive. I recieved as many “Happy 25th Birthday!” greetings as ones with no age attached. I will be getting a similar card for Monica’s birthday next month.
So, to go back to the question raised earlier, as to how I chose to view my time here on Earth? No, 29 isn’t all that long at all, but really, 25 is fabulously less.