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A Sad, Sad Day

August 24, 2008 12:41 AM

was born on this day twenty-seven years ago. I generally really look forward to my birthday, and I certainly did this year. But I feel extremely old. Maybe some of you will read that and think I'm stupid for thinking I'm old even though I'm only twenty-seven. But it freaks me out, man.

I can no longer plausibly claim to be in my mid-twenties. The most I can say is that I'm in my early late twenties, but those sorts of linguistic calisthenics just show how desperately I'm trying to cling to some semblence of youth. It's all fucking down hill from here. Soon I'm going to start thinking that people are playing their music way too loud. I can't remember the last time I slept past ten in the morning. Soon I'll start thinking that 11:00pm is really late. I almost certainly won't understand the next big developments in music. I already think most of the "good" music out there--that indie stuff everyone listens to now--is boring and lame. And I can't understand what's wrong with kids nowadays. I seriously can't. They're all fucking morons. And they wear skinny jeans! I'm shaking my fist in the air as I type this. I'm fucking old.

Another strange thing about being twenty-seven is that I sort of feel like I should have accomplished more by now. Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Kurt Cobain, just to name a few, all died when they were twenty-seven. By the time they were my age, they had made indelible marks on music and popular culture. By the time Billy Corgan was my age, he had already released one of the greatest albums of all time and was working on another. I'm sort of behind the curve.

Still, none of this means that I didn't celebrate. In fact, I celebrated so much that I could barely move for most of today. And I ate a fuck load of amazing food prepared by Co-SME and his girlfriend, who has yet to be assigned a blog-related nickname. I'll work on that. Anyway, here's some of the food:
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So while I'm afraid that my twenty-seventh birthday marks the beginning of the decline of the vital, creative, awesome part of my life, I still want to thank Co-SME, his girlfriend, and everyone else that helped me have the best birthday party in recent memory. Even if the birthday cake was ugly.



6 Comments


Dee said:

I know what you're going through man. just remember that everyone you cited (except corgan) also self destructed by the time they were 27. maybe slow and steady wins the race? anyway! happy birthday, man. i'm glad your friends gave you a good time.

August 24, 2008 6:05 AM



Anonymouse said:

Happy Birthday! Now shut up about being old. Some of us are 30 going on 16. We don't give a fuck about being 30--well, I don't give a fuck anyway. Age is a number and an attitude. I crack jokes about being old when it suits me, otherwise I just do what I want (to the extent that work permits, the latter part being a bummer).

Buck up and regroup. If you're around town next weekend, we should grab a drink and maybe play some shufflepuck.

August 24, 2008 7:11 PM



Lauren said:

Happy Happy Birthday! And if you ever complain about a day when you get presents and special favors, and maybe a nice dinner for free, I'll punch you in the face from 2,000 miles away.

Fucking old people.

August 24, 2008 11:47 PM



Utah said:

I think it's odd that you would cite Janis Joplin as someone who had accomplished alot by age 27, since you've gone on record several times proclaiming her to gargle your balls in musical ability.

Nevertheless, you're totally approaching this with a "glass half empty" perspective. Just think of all the people who achieved something great later in life...Jesus was 30 before he started performing miracles, Noah was like 500 years old and still banging hoes, Hitler was 40 when he achieved his dream of building the world's largest oven, and when he was about 80, Indiana Jones survived a direct nuclear blast simply by hiding inside of a refrigerator. Think of all the time that you have to accomplish something great.

Anyways, I hope I've inspired you, this third day from your birthday.

August 25, 2008 5:09 PM



Plutarch said:

Instead of whining about your lack of accomplishments, why not get off your ass and do something about it? By the time Alexander the Great was your age, he was well on his way to conquering the lands from the Mediterranean to India. Wow, that makes me feel insignificant, and I am very, very accomplished.

Carpe Diem!

August 27, 2008 1:48 AM



TheExpat said:

I know I'm late saying Happy Birthday and all, but this is a total weenie post, so I don't even care. Also, how the hell was I supposed to get that it was your birthday when the title is, "A Sad Sad Day"? For all I know you were quoting Billy Corgan when someone asked him his favorite thing in the whole world.

Really though, I hope you had a very happy birthday.

You're birthday is very close to my younger brother's. He's 18 and he suffers from a disability that keeps him from walking straight. Even after all the crap he's had to deal with growing up disabled, one thing I don't ever hear my brother do is bitch and moan about it. I think we can all (not just you man 'cause we all do it) take a page from his book and not whine about how old we are and how much more other people accomplished before 30. Those fuckers all died young anyway.

August 29, 2008 9:46 PM



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