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Milestones Eighteen is a milestone: Porn, lottery tickets, the vote, and yes, even guns. At least, for Americans. Next up: Twenty-one, which is mostly just about booze. After that, milestones are mostly variable, such as college graduation, marriage, or first child. But twenty-five is an important number that not only has some effect on your insurance rates, but also notes your exclusion from the youngest of the kinky personal ads in the back of the local free weekly, which is usually described as 18-24. And for some reason, even though I never called in on any of those ads—except once, when I was twenty, and my girlfriend was looking for a chick to bang, and she was too Edwardian to just walk up to a hot dyke on campus and ask her out ... er, never mind .... But, yeah. Twenty-five stung. First time I ever felt "old".
Thirty though? I hit 30 and decided I could officially stop trying to be cool, like the cheeziest pop music from the biggest sell-out artist, and really stop trying to impress anybody. I really liked 30! Coming up on 40 now and I think the feeling when I get there will be "Well, at least I don't look it."Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Ah, thirty .... Thirty, for me, was dominated by the beginning of my parenthood adventure. My daughter was six months old when I hit thirty. I'm pushing thirty-eight in less than a month, and I'm not so much worried about my looks, although that might be that I, too, can comfort myself about looks; as long as I've shaved recently, people still card me for beer now and then. But for me, age is the question of when I'm ever going to bother to get started with my life. I don't mind having made it this far being completely useless in society, but I'd like to think that at some point, I'll do something useful. And those who would remind me that parenthood is useful, yeah, I know. But I'm also one of those who ... was it Rita Rudner, or Paula Poundstone was referring to when she said, "Anyone can have children; you need a license to get a dog." So, yeah. It would be nice to do something useful for once, instead of sit back and remind myself that the hordes of useless people I see in the world are my justification for being useless. I mean, it's true: there's no reason I should participate in that madness. But I should probably participate in something, you know?
Yeah...that's what's sweet about growing old...you can totally let yourself go, and no one cares. By the time you're 70...you can wear black socks with sandals and no one even blinks an eye.
Congratulations! Welcome to adulthood, you're almost there! [P.S. I would have said, celebrate at Scotty's but thats another milestone, in another 3 years maybe?]
