The Day After
Yesterday would have been John Lennon´s 66th(?) birthday. Some shit like that. You know why I don't know? Because it was my birthday bitches...and, well, usually I spend that day thinking about me. How does that make that different from any other day, you ask? Good question. Jerk.
Two years ago at this time I had written a short 'word on the street' for 34th Street about turning 22. Yesterday I remembered it because I thought, sweet jesus, joseph and mary that feels like it was about 8 billion years ago.
What is it about birthdays that makes one feel so utterly helpless? Possibly it's the fact that TIME PASSES AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. It's pretty stressful, although red bull and vodka certainly helps.
Anyway, I probably feel more 22 now than I did when I was 22, but something about 24 sounds so much older. I certainly don't feel 24, except sometimes when I do. Like, whe my students say 'how old are you, like 28?' Then I feel 24. Or 50. Either way. Point is, I've reached my - gasp - mid-20s technically and there are just soooo many things you can't get away with anymore in your mid-20s and this feels like it should be presenting a problem for me. It is.
Here's my dilemna in pretend logical terms...
Things I should be doing/not doing by now that I'm not doing/doing:
- something... with my life.
- having some sort of plan for something I should maybe do with my life.
- planning my wedding to my rich rich rich fiance that I'm going to marry asap before he gets away.
- avoiding weddings like the plague
- writing more
- making some effort to live more like a human and less like an animal
- getting over certain fears of certain things that I shouldn't be really afraid of even if they are kinda gross and not at all attractive (I'm making strides on this one)
- reading more
- reaching impossible levels of intelligence
- stop really disliking about 75% of the children I see/meet
- put my college degree to some use
- learn to speak english properly (this one is also moving along kinda nicely)
- update my blog regularly
- live in chile for a year.....oh ...wait...
Now sure there are plenty of other things I had hoped to be doing by 24, but those dreams were crushed long ago, thankfully. And sure there are probably millions of things I want to do before I turn 30 but I figure I have a good 5 years to continue procrastinating in that department. And really 24 isn't a milestone year at all.
If I'm being honest I've done a decent amount with my 24 years and, if nothing else, I can hold my alcohol pretty well and I'm pretty fucking clever sometimes and I totally live alone in a foreign country and I'm not completely repelling anymore and 24 is looking kinda promising on some weird, optimistic level.
Before I know it, 'I'm 24' will stop sounding really really weird and then...BOOM...25. And here we'll be again, lamenting the passing of time and hoping we can someday have a birthday where we look around and realize we live in an awesome city and have an awesome job and have a saint bernard because, fuck it, those dogs are adorable as all hell. and by 'we' i mean 'me' cause I don't really like any of you that much. (should 'me' have quotation marks there? prob not.)
So, happy birthday to me. or 'me.' And Sean Lennon, who also shares a birthday with me because I only share with the top dawgs yo.
(How great is the word 'yo'?)
Gettin´older,
- E
Two years ago at this time I had written a short 'word on the street' for 34th Street about turning 22. Yesterday I remembered it because I thought, sweet jesus, joseph and mary that feels like it was about 8 billion years ago.
What is it about birthdays that makes one feel so utterly helpless? Possibly it's the fact that TIME PASSES AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. It's pretty stressful, although red bull and vodka certainly helps.
Anyway, I probably feel more 22 now than I did when I was 22, but something about 24 sounds so much older. I certainly don't feel 24, except sometimes when I do. Like, whe my students say 'how old are you, like 28?' Then I feel 24. Or 50. Either way. Point is, I've reached my - gasp - mid-20s technically and there are just soooo many things you can't get away with anymore in your mid-20s and this feels like it should be presenting a problem for me. It is.
Here's my dilemna in pretend logical terms...
Things I should be doing/not doing by now that I'm not doing/doing:
- something... with my life.
- having some sort of plan for something I should maybe do with my life.
- planning my wedding to my rich rich rich fiance that I'm going to marry asap before he gets away.
- avoiding weddings like the plague
- writing more
- making some effort to live more like a human and less like an animal
- getting over certain fears of certain things that I shouldn't be really afraid of even if they are kinda gross and not at all attractive (I'm making strides on this one)
- reading more
- reaching impossible levels of intelligence
- stop really disliking about 75% of the children I see/meet
- put my college degree to some use
- learn to speak english properly (this one is also moving along kinda nicely)
- update my blog regularly
- live in chile for a year.....oh ...wait...
Now sure there are plenty of other things I had hoped to be doing by 24, but those dreams were crushed long ago, thankfully. And sure there are probably millions of things I want to do before I turn 30 but I figure I have a good 5 years to continue procrastinating in that department. And really 24 isn't a milestone year at all.
If I'm being honest I've done a decent amount with my 24 years and, if nothing else, I can hold my alcohol pretty well and I'm pretty fucking clever sometimes and I totally live alone in a foreign country and I'm not completely repelling anymore and 24 is looking kinda promising on some weird, optimistic level.
Before I know it, 'I'm 24' will stop sounding really really weird and then...BOOM...25. And here we'll be again, lamenting the passing of time and hoping we can someday have a birthday where we look around and realize we live in an awesome city and have an awesome job and have a saint bernard because, fuck it, those dogs are adorable as all hell. and by 'we' i mean 'me' cause I don't really like any of you that much. (should 'me' have quotation marks there? prob not.)
So, happy birthday to me. or 'me.' And Sean Lennon, who also shares a birthday with me because I only share with the top dawgs yo.
(How great is the word 'yo'?)
Gettin´older,
- E
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