Yes, I know I’m wierd.

Some people get all worked up about turning 30. For me, it came and went without incident. But today I turn 33. And for the past week, I’ve had these niggling, gnawing thoughts in the back of my brain.

Jesus Christ had planted the seeds of a world religion by the time he was thirty-three. Alexander the Great had forged the greatest empire the world had ever seen by the time he was thirty-three. What have you done with your time here?

How do I answer that? Why do I even ask it of myself? I don’t know. But my birthday was fairly decent on the whole. Even if I haven’t conquered the known world.

4 thoughts on “Yes, I know I’m wierd.

  1. 33 did the same for me, mostly because of an old Harry Chapin song…
    When I started this song I was still thirty-three
    The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
    Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
    And I fantasized some tragedy’d be soon curtailing me
    Well just today I had my birthday — I made it thirty-four
    Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
    I’ve got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore
    A tame and toothless tabby can’t produce a lion’s roar

    Happy belated. 🙂

  2. 33 did the same for me, mostly because of an old Harry Chapin song…
    When I started this song I was still thirty-three
    The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
    Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
    And I fantasized some tragedy’d be soon curtailing me
    Well just today I had my birthday — I made it thirty-four
    Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
    I’ve got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore
    A tame and toothless tabby can’t produce a lion’s roar

    Happy belated. 🙂

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