When I woke up to my phone ringing at 6 a.m. this morning, I became 30.
I guess I got older earlier than that, like at midnight, but that doesn't really count. It's never my birthday, officially, until my parents call and wake me up and play some awfully catchy song from Captain Zoom. It's hard to hear the tune because my mom and my dad are always cackling ridiculously loud in the background. They've been doing this since I can remember. For some reason, it never gets old for them. I think they used to enjoy how excited I got as a kid, and now they just relish waking me up way too early.
I'm getting a little off track right now, though. So, yeah, 30. It's a weird age, I guess. I think, 15 years ago, or even 1o years ago, I would have considered 30 really old. Like decrepit. Like, wear-a-diaper old. It's not, of course, as I've been reminded by some friends (even in blog form) who are already there. And as a friend texted this me morning, "Don't worry, you're really immature for your age."
I don't feel any different, but I think this is some kind of milestone or something, right? Shouldn't 30 be a big deal? I have no idea. It sure doesn't feel like a big deal. I'm certainly not much different than I was, say, five years ago. Of course, I can't walk without help and need Depends, but other than that ...
One thing I've that's clear is how much Facebook has exploded over the last year. I mean, I've been a member of the site for about three years I would think, but it's clearly gotten huge since like 3,048 people have posted a birthday wish on my "wall." That's way more than last year. That's progress, man. By the time I'm 31, Facebook may have replaced actual speech as our primary form of communication. Awesome. Or maybe next year, it'll be a Twitter fest. I don't know.
This has turned into a rambling entry because I really have nothing to say. Soon, I'll be out with friends and consuming beverages, but that's not that much different than a regular day. And tomorrow I'll be right back here at work and then teaching the future leaders of tomorrow at night before seeing Mates of State in the evening. Right back to normal.
That's it. I'm going to leave work now.
3 comments:
OK, so this is no Facebook.
In fact, I guess you could say we're "faceless" writers out here in cyberspace.
But - in an uncharacteristic break from my usual snark...
Happy 30th, Pat.
It's just a number, believe me.
But rather than make it about the year, let's make it about the positive stuff around us.
You are much appreciated out here in the blogosphere for your writing talent, your sense of humor, the new music you introduce to (and the music you warn us off of), and the allaround knowledge that although it is doubtful we will ever meet, there are folks out here who appreciate each Friday's Weekend section, and each little blog entry, even if it is rambling with nothing to say.
Once again, Happy 30! Have a great day, and a great year ahead...
as you know, i am 31. and facebook has actually replaced speech as my primary mode of communication with some people. (highly recommend. but only for some.)
i hope you had a great birthday, pat. cheers!
Wishing you a happy birthday from a fellow 30-something CT-er! (and good friend of sj.)
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