Today is it, my last day. Today I have torn pants, a strong back, a happy life and a carefree outlook on life. Tomorrow I will awake and put on my big boy pants, pop an Advil or two and begin the bitter decline of life. It's over, times up. Tomorrow I'm turning 30!
I've been telling myself that I don't care.
"Whatever, it's just a number. It doesn't change anything."
"Sure it does. It means your going to start turning into your father."
"What?! Why would that bother me. Do you think I care about that?"
"Yes. Everyone does. Look, your hairs already graying..."
"I did notice that..."
"Have you started muttering to yourself?"
"Started? This isn't good. I still feel young."
"Don't worry about it, everyone gets older. Here's some simple signs: High Schoolers look like 12 year olds-"
"They call you 'sir' at the grocery store-"
"You start complain about the newest clothing styles-"
"I think I'm going to be sick."
I'm not sure what it is, but today I'm really not looking forward to 30. It's funny to, because I've really haven't even given much though until today. I've been telling everyone, "I really don't care." And until today, I really didn't. I mean I really like being in my twenties. I still feel young, even if I do have a mortgage, kids and a respectable job. I mean I can go and do something totally irresponsible and someone can just be like, "Oh well... he's still young."
Not after tomorrow. Tomorrow I have to be the responsible person I have been throughout most of my twenties. It's like being in the line to a really scary roller coaster and then trying to bail right before they send you off. There isn't anything you can do. Your already strapped down, it's happening and soon you will be cresting the hill and heading down. Scream all you want... it won't change the facts. Sooner or later you just have to realize it. Your old.
I think it might this idea of looking ahead. I've been looking ahead all my life.
16 - Then I'll get get to drive
18 - Then I'll get to vote (Trust me all young conservatives look forward to this day!)
21 - Then I'll really a full fledged adult!
22-29 - Get everything done I can because 30 is coming and life will soon end.
What am I look forward to now? Liver spots and memory loss? Oh, well...
...what was I talking about?