Chasing Youth and Fighting Birthdays

I never liked birthdays. Mine, of course. I don’t mind other people’s birthdays. Especially, if they got open bar, free food, or hotties, or any combination thereof, at their party. But I mean to say that I don’t like it when it’s my birthday. I actually get more and more depressed as each birthday comes around. And leave it to everyone who knows you to remind you that you are one year older and closer to a life of boredom. Yes – you can probably respond to that by saying:

“Charlie, you’re such a pessimist. You shouldn’t have that attitude. Try to find the good……” (rude interjection by yours truly happens right about here…)

I intentionally cut you off dead in your tracks and tell you to beat it. Because if you are saying that to me, it means you are older than me and you just need some self-gratification and assurance that you have not already reached that life of boredom. But I’m here to tell you that you have. Yes! YOU HAVE! Especially if you are trying to preach that nonsense of looking on the bright side, finding experience with age, and any other bologna some other older person fed you.

Now now…I know it’s not right to be thinking of growing old as just another year closer to that day you know will come. But let’s face it. Growing up sucks. And that’s that! And Birthdays are just stupid because they are simply reminders that you will someday sooner than yesterday hit that dark day. So there you are just having a fantastic day driving home from work, and you’re feeling all Johnny Deppish with your slick black hair, and BAM!!!!!!! Happy Birthday, Happy 25! Happy 26! Happy B-day! Happy 29! Happy 45! Happy Anniversary! Happy 4th child! Happy Happy Happy!!!!!! How the hell can I be happy if you keep rubbing this in my face. I spend a whole year trying to forget how old I am, and acting the age I’d like to be, and then you turn around and throw a huge party to slam it in my face! You animals! Have some mercy, please.

So I think I made my point. I have also noticed I live life like a child. And I love it! I hate doing grown-up things like bickering, talking about finances, having dinner with other couples, playing scrabble, and so on. Instead, I have decided to avoid these nuances at all costs. So as you can see, I am chasing my youth. And there’s nothing wrong with it. What have done lately? I’ve spent thousands travelling the world and boy was it worth it. Had a blast! Now if I was old, I wouldn’t have done that. I just booked a flight to Miami to attend the Ultra Music Festival. Now if partaking in a 96-hour journey into the world of trance and techno in South Beach, Miami isn’t an indication of the wild-child in me, than I don’t know what is.

These are just a few examples of me holding on to the good and prime days I have left before eternal __________ (fill it in). To those who think I am advocating skipping out on your responsibilities, NOT SO! I have always taken care of business when it needs to be taken care of. I show up to work and work pretty gosh darn hard (you might not believe that considering I am writing this entry from work, but trust me, I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true), and I go to class in the evenings to finish this thing they call an MBA> nd there’s more academic and work-related stuff I do, but not worth typing up. Nevertheless, what I am trying to say, and I don’t like preaching anything, but this I will – is “never act your own age” and “if you think you shouldn’t do it now, then you definitely should.” So heed that advice and let me know if it helps you find the best days of your life. I know I have found some, and many more are to come.

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Posted by Charlie P on Feb 11 2005. Filed under Entertainment, Headline, Lists, Live, Play, Sex + Women, Sports, Stories, Style, Travel + Places, Work. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can leave a response or trackback to this entry