Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Holy Crap. I'm 30.

Turning 30 was actually less traumatic than I thought it would be. Six months ago, I realized the day was coming soon. I went into a bit of a panic. 30 is one of those milestone numbers. I always thought that when I was 30 I would feel like an adult. I don't. Not at all.
On pretty much every birthday I have, I get the feeling that I'm another year older and still haven't done anything with my life. I really didn't want that to happen this time and wondered if there were a way to get around it. I thought maybe I could do something to make me feel good about myself instead. That's when I wrote the I should be not fat entry. Well, guess how much weight I lost. Zero. That made me feel good about myself.
I suppose what I realized is that age is just a number and that I should be happy with whatever I can accomplish in my life. After all, who am I comparing myself to? Exactly, to a bunch of people who are also losers in their own way. I hear people say that happiness is not based on external conditions, but it is a state of mind. I shouldn't let the fact that I'm a fat old maid with no life get me down. I might as well be happy about who I am.
In conclusion:
Up yours 30.

3 comments:

  1. Good attitude Joe, you show 30!

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  2. Thanks, Julie. Unless you're being sarcastic. It's hard to tell with such a short comment.

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  3. Hey Joe, I'm soon to be 55 and I still don't feel like an adult. I just ache more than I used to...

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