tiberius

Calendars are a lot like mirrors. Nine times out of ten they serve a fairly utilitarian function, but every once in a while you catch glimpse of something that makes you stop and say, “what the fuck???”

Yeah, I just realized that in less than three weeks I’ll be 30.

Weird…

That’s all I can say: weird. I mean, I still feel like I just turned 20. It doesn’t feel like I’ve been living out here for over a decade now. It almost feels like everything that’s happened since high school has been some weird side trek; like I’ll wake up one morning and be a kid again. I can’t explain why, but that’s how I feel. And I guess I’m finally realizing that – that ain’t gonna happen.

And no, this isn’t a whiny, “let us all mourn the death of my youth,” thing; just a reflection on one of the weirdest sensations I’ve ever experienced.

But I sometimes wonder if that youthful perception of myself is what has kept me looking young. I still get carded for cigarettes and more than a few barkeeps have accused me of having a fake ID. I’m kinda worried that if I actually start thinking of myself as an adult, maybe it’ll manifest in my appearance.


Anyway…



P.E. said the sweetest thing last weekend: she said that’s she’s actually pretty much gotten used to me wearing overalls… even going so far as to say that they may be “charming.” Quite a turnabout considering how much she hated ‘em when we first met!