Yup! In a week I will be tunring 31. The age that when I was 13 and didn't know any better thought was the age people became old farts. The age of only a year ago that I became an outcast to the Single life Society. Lucky I got out of that when I did. But in a week I will not be able to say I am just out of my 20's. I will be into my 30's. Of course they do say that 30 is the new 20 somewhere right? I don't figure I am that old except for my lack of energy, My desire to go to bed at 9:00 pm every night. My two bad kneese that flare up when the temprature changes. The fact that I really do like my vegetables except for a few inparticular ones, the fact that I cannot eat tons of junk food and not even gain a pound, and last but not least the fact that I get up early in the morning to(close your eyes and plug your ears or just skip this part all togeather if you can't handle it.) Pee. Yes I not only get up at 5:30 every mornig to run. But also if I even wanted to stay in bed and sleep I would have no choice but to go to the bathroom or wet the bed. The latter my wife might get upset with.
All of these I have a reason for. Making me feel all the older. I want to go to bed early because I wake up early. I have bad kneese because of bad genetics and too much football. I gain weight eating alot of junk food because I have not stayed in as good of shape my whole life like I should have. I have just got myself into a rythem. Not a Rut. A Rut would be something that I hate doing every day but do it because I don't know what else to do.
But here is to becoming 31. The age where you see most people on TV in the best shape of their lives. The age where Hollywood stars join crazy religious cults, The age where you make it or break it in life. In the 21st Century 30 has taken over where 20 was in the 20th Century. Or so I am told, and dang it I am going to believe it.
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