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no more womb day
2 months ago
Three, two, one...
Today, of all days, is my ever returning birthday. I actually thought, What if I wrote some poetry today? Nah, italics should suffice. It isn't that I don't like poetry, as I've often said. It's just that I don't understand it and I don't know how to write it properly. It's like algebra. But yes, I'm 46. I think I'm going to make it to 50! 60? 60 I'm less sure about, and I also have been getting mysterious tummy aches lately. It could be cancer, or very large dry dark turds. It subsides a bit when I stop eating cheese, so hopefully it's just that.
I've liked my forties, but I still think my thirties were the best. In your forties you're a little more confident and less concerned with what other people think or how they perceive you, but that budding ease is already manifesting when you hit 30, and 30 is like your 20's physically. I might experience one or two new aches or creaks, but they aren't persisting. You are old, but young-old. You're tired, but you still don't need coffee, and you have only a few lines on your face and you're stylish and to everyone a decade or more older than you, you look like you're 25.
40's are just blown out. You are officially geriatric, but you're a young geriatric. You're limber and you probably exercise and you might even still be dangerous, if you were a gym rat in your former life. The only things that get better with age, I think, is your prose and your grasp of who you are and what is valuable and what isn't. You're circles get smaller because you're old, ugly, sick and dying, yes, but they also recede because you waste less and less time with unnecessary efforts you used to put into former relationships. I definitely tried way harder to stay in more peoples' lives when I was in my thirties. Now I just... I don't know, really love who I talk to and who I think of as friends. They're very lovable, or I love them more, something to that effect. Basically I think I'm even better at finding and marveling at exceptional, beautiful, talented characters. I'm kind of prideful of it. Maybe a little narcissistic, even. I just know how to pick 'em better than ever. Galen in his 30's would have still been bogged down. He would have been a hot mess with less poop in his tummy, but I remember the people he used to like, and they fucking sucked.
For my birthday, I want one of those electronic massaging devices that press against your lower back. Oh god that would be dangerously addicting. Or if I could afford it (I can, but I would never spend that much on a toy), an entire massaging chair. I tried one at a former friend's house. It blasts all of the back of you, from your neck to your calves. Just heavenly. I am not exaggerating. This really is what it's like to physically be in your forties. Your back hurts and you have to spend a year recovering from a torn rotator (you get a palindrome for my birthday and I get nothing, hmph) cuff. You officially need to stretch in the morning. No, seriously, if you're in your twenties or thirties right now and you're reading this, stretch. Get limber. It's free exercise and it helps with your circulation. I'm not asking you to run or lift weights. Things like that lead to injuries, but stretching helps you PREVENT injuries. That is my pearl of wisdom, that and cut back on the cheese.
I've liked my forties, but I still think my thirties were the best. In your forties you're a little more confident and less concerned with what other people think or how they perceive you, but that budding ease is already manifesting when you hit 30, and 30 is like your 20's physically. I might experience one or two new aches or creaks, but they aren't persisting. You are old, but young-old. You're tired, but you still don't need coffee, and you have only a few lines on your face and you're stylish and to everyone a decade or more older than you, you look like you're 25.
40's are just blown out. You are officially geriatric, but you're a young geriatric. You're limber and you probably exercise and you might even still be dangerous, if you were a gym rat in your former life. The only things that get better with age, I think, is your prose and your grasp of who you are and what is valuable and what isn't. You're circles get smaller because you're old, ugly, sick and dying, yes, but they also recede because you waste less and less time with unnecessary efforts you used to put into former relationships. I definitely tried way harder to stay in more peoples' lives when I was in my thirties. Now I just... I don't know, really love who I talk to and who I think of as friends. They're very lovable, or I love them more, something to that effect. Basically I think I'm even better at finding and marveling at exceptional, beautiful, talented characters. I'm kind of prideful of it. Maybe a little narcissistic, even. I just know how to pick 'em better than ever. Galen in his 30's would have still been bogged down. He would have been a hot mess with less poop in his tummy, but I remember the people he used to like, and they fucking sucked.
For my birthday, I want one of those electronic massaging devices that press against your lower back. Oh god that would be dangerously addicting. Or if I could afford it (I can, but I would never spend that much on a toy), an entire massaging chair. I tried one at a former friend's house. It blasts all of the back of you, from your neck to your calves. Just heavenly. I am not exaggerating. This really is what it's like to physically be in your forties. Your back hurts and you have to spend a year recovering from a torn rotator (you get a palindrome for my birthday and I get nothing, hmph) cuff. You officially need to stretch in the morning. No, seriously, if you're in your twenties or thirties right now and you're reading this, stretch. Get limber. It's free exercise and it helps with your circulation. I'm not asking you to run or lift weights. Things like that lead to injuries, but stretching helps you PREVENT injuries. That is my pearl of wisdom, that and cut back on the cheese.
