“And then I’d ask you to write me a song, but I’m scared of what you’d say.”
February 26th, 2010 by sarah
There are no good songs for 31.
29 had a great song- “29″ by the Gin Blossoms. 30 had a pretty good song, even if “My Next 30 Years” is galaxies away from being autobiographical for me at the moment… it was still a good song. I wasn’t trepidatious about turning 30, not like I am about 31… but really, I doubt songs have anything to do with that. Sabine says that I missed the angst that 30 brings everybody else and it’s catching up to me now, but then Sabine also said something about me wearing fairy wings so we’re just going to say that Sabine doesn’t get to weigh in on this one.
Actual text-message conversation excerpt:
“I am not a fairy. I’m a high-maintenance, needy, whiny bitch.”
“Except on your birthday. You have wings and I have a brick.”
That girl should write for Hallmark, I swear (and gee, couldn’t she have at least argued with me even a tiny little bit?).
ANYHOW- I’m starting to think that since 31 is squarely in “grown-up” territory, there’s not any wisdom left for birthdays until I’m in danger of a mid-life crisis… and I’m holding my breath that that waits for another 10 years or more to kick in, because right now I really can’t afford a sports car, plastic surgery, or a trophy husband. This doesn’t set well with me, though, because I do so adore every occasion, every landmark, every turning point having a “thing” to go with it… and that brick just isn’t going to cut it. Well, it might (ya’ll do know the story about the brick, right? If you don’t, you should get Sabine to tell you), but I’m hoping that turning another year older has more good than bad, and doesn’t start with a concussion. That’s never too much to ask for, is it?
So, anyway…. instead of turning to the conventional, I’m going to turn to the absurd. I think that some of my biggest flaws, characteristically speaking, is that I sometimes take things a touch too seriously, a bit too literally, and “relaxing” isn’t something that I do all that well unless it’s on a schedule. I could also use a bit more common sense, I think, because even though I’ve gotten MUCH better at spotting a bad idea coming, and knowing what will happen if I take the bad idea- I often still find myself choosing what I know to be the worst possible option, even if it’s just to see if I’m right. All of these parts of me, my thinking process, my reactions, my actions, well, they could use some adjustment in a positive direction. I think if I keep that in mind, this next year will end up with a few less tears and a little less confusion, and how could that possibly be a bad thing?
“Never put a sock in a toaster.”
Eddie Izzard
Yep. Those are gonna be my words to live by this year (thanks for providing them, Sara). I figure, it’s a win-win… the logic behind it is sound, and if I can absorb some of it, then that’s great, and what I ought to be shooting for. And if not? Well… chances are, I won’t actually put a sock in a toaster anytime soon, so I suppose I’m setting myself up for success regardless.
Thank you for going first.
Happy Birthday sweetie!