If you know me, you know I hate birthdays.
Given the option of having a birthday and NOT having one; I’ll gladly take the former. But I wish that the accompanying birthday didn’t bring the older age with it.
I joke about being “perpetually 19” to my wife. I’m “young at heart”; I’m still just a “big kid” and I can still “hang” with the “young crowd” at the clubs. I listen to “today’s music”; I keep my hair a little long, and I’m Internet savvy–I know what’s “viral” out on the web.
But, I’m in my 40s. I’m getting old.
I’m already a Grandfather. My back goes out every now and then. Sometimes I wake up sore for no apparent reason. Every once in a while, I go to sleep before 10PM. And dammit, sometimes I “check out” a girl walking down the street and realize that I just committed a felony in my imagination.
Today I turn 46. I enter the back side of the 40s. I’m headed to 50.
This should cause me some pain. I mean, that on most birthdays I lament about the things I haven’t done yet. Or worry about if I will ever do all the things I want to do.
Yesterday I was telling a co-worker about an episode in my life and I made the comment that I suppose I have collected quite a few stories over my lifetime; and that maybe I was getting to a point where I would be just telling the old stories and not creating any new ones.
That’s the probably the STUPIDEST thing I have ever said. Sure, I hate birthdays and I don’t like getting older; but it’s not like I’m already 92 years old.
I’m embarking on a comedy career at about the same age as Rodney Dangerfield started. He was making movies in his 60s with young attractive females and getting paid for it.
I was born when MY DAD was FIFTY!
If Dad could tell that story in his “Fifties”, then I’m sure I have more stories to create while still in my “Forties”.
So, yeah…I’m gonna fight growing older tooth and nail; and I’m still gonna hate birthdays; but I’m not dead yet. The birthdays keep coming and I guess I’m still gonna be “perpetually 19” for a while.
Besides, sometimes a cute girl in a club does look over at me and give me a flirtatious smile…and yeah, sometimes she is of legal age.
And when that happens, I’ve got another story to tell.