Hard to believe that I'm turning 40. I've seen a shitload of stuff in my years- the end of the Cold War, a World's Fair, college, job, the Internet, and all sorts of trends from the Macarena to Michael Jackson (may he rest in peace), several US Presidents and Louisiana Governors, and the Saints (of all teams) winning the Super Bowl. I've seen devastation in a city that I care very deeply for, as well as its rebirth (although in a different form than what I expected), the rise and fall of dictators, and I could go on and on.
I kind of think like I'm Steve Carrell in "The 40 Year Old Virgin" in the sense that I'm turning 40 and still ain't gettin' any, but you never know! In any event, I don't know about you guys, but this town's really getting a lot of hot babes coming through (yes, ladies, I'm available!!). It's just a matter of yours truly finding the right fit. But that's a work in progress.
Sadly, it's been almost 9 months to the day since my father died on the crapper at home. I really miss him. But on a brighter note, one of my cousins and his wife had a new baby boy just a few days shy mf my birthday (talk about the ultimate early birthday gift!) Though the heat of Summer oppresses the masses here on the bayou, somehow, I'll manage to chlll during the week I wrote this post (was on vacation from work). Ah, the provebial cirle of life, indeed.
So, what do I REALLY think of turning 40? It's a mixed bag. It's like a big accomplishment knowing that you've survived this long, but at the same time, it's scary in some ways. It's like I'm yearning for more out of life, but can't seem to get the ball rolling the way I want. Perhaps a bit of self discovery may be in order? Could what they say about a midlife crisis be true? What's a man to do?!
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