Oh hell… I am 30
So this past Wednesday was my birthday, my 30th birthday…
Oddly enough, I haven’t been in too much of a funk about it this year. I mean, some previous years I was damned near sociopathic as my birthday approached, ready to murder anyone who mentioned it or how old I was turning.
This year, I think I am just more resigned about it. Not as much treating it as a day like any other, but more fatalistic. Sort of a “Hell, not like I can stop it from happening” sort of attitude I suppose.
The whole last year has been odd. Everything from practically becoming a hermit (I think I talk to the mailman and the checkout clerk at the local grocery store more then anyone else), to moving again (8th move in 11 years), to my father dying (long and rather dark story there, tell it later), to turning 30.
Spent the actual day pretty much hanging out at home in pajamas and playing old Xbox games (”Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2″ mostly, never did beat it) and ignoring the passing of time and the outside world. That and hanging up the phone on my sister whenever she called to sing birthday songs at me.
The odd thing, after people bugging and pestering and prodding me for so long about how I was going to turn 30 soon, having actually done so was pretty totally and completely anticlimactic. Weird the way life goes.