Aug 1, 2011


Time flies while you're getting old

tags: fml
Mini Me
When I woke up this morning, it was New Year's Day. When I got out of the shower, it was Valentine's Day. Went for a quick Easter brunch, ran some errands, and then off to a 4th of July BBQ. Did a little Trick or Treating on my way home, and made it back just in time for Thanksgiving Dinner. Afterwards I opened my Christmas presents, and when I woke up the next morning it was New Year's again.

Seriously, ENTIRE WEEKS go by and I'm like, how the fuck did that happen? I moved here in January, I'm pretty sure I still have boxes to unpack and here it is August 1st already.

It's funny because I spent all of 39 pretty much freaking out about 40. Then 40 came, and along with it a MASSIVE EXPLOSION of the neurotransmitter fuckitall in my brain - I'm not kidding, some days I feel I'm truly approaching a zen-like Tyler Durden level of not giving a fuck, flying or otherwise. But time is now lost on me. I'll be 42 this year. No wait, 43. No, 42. (hang on...math...) Ok, 42. Let's go with that. At 40, 50 was just a number. Now it's 8 years away, and I'm thinking, holy fuck, the way time flies, that's like tomorrow.

(But I only give, like, half a fuck, so really, it's not too bad.)

Anyway, all that to say, that's where I was all last week. Lost in the aether. Ok, ok, I took the Ellenator out for a spin too. No tickets yet! W00T!
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Aug 1, 2011
I completely understand. I had to use Windows Calculator to determine how old I turned today.

So not only am I forgetting my age, I also cannot do basic math unassisted.
Aug 2, 2011
Now you know you are not supposed to talk about fight club...
Aug 3, 2011
Who said anything about fight club?

Some time around my 40th birthday, when I noticed how rapidly time was flying by, I started having flashbacks to my father telling me when I was a youngster that time would move more quickly when I got older. At the time this made no sense at all to me, but now it is painfully clear that he was right.

Fair warning: my 45th birthday was more of a psychological hurdle than turning 40. I couldn't tell you why; my usual reaction to my birthday (including the 40th) is, "oh, hey, it's my birthday! I lived another year! Yay!" i.e. generally positive. This was not the case for turning 45. Maybe it has something to do with the realization that I'm now on the short side of my 40s.


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