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Getting Grown


It used to be a big fear of mine that I would reach my (gulp) mid-thirties and not have any of my dreams come true.  Now, at 33, I can honestly say that nightmare has all but come true but you know what, it ain’t so bad and here’s why.

1.)     I’m still pretty hot.  I know that’s pretty vain to say but I feel better about my looks and body now than I ever have.  Sure, there are moles and scratches and dents that I don’t even know where they came from but the overall package is still holding up pretty nice.  It could be that I’ve just learned to accept what I got and run with it but as long as it looks good to me, whats really the difference?

2.) I have a beautiful family:





Now, that being said, everyone with a spouse and a kid feels like running away to Brazil, never to be seen again.  But most of us don’t do that; mainly because families are pretty awesome when they’re not getting on your nerves.  My baby girl is the sweetest thing ever and my wife is still my favorite person in the world.  Can’t beat that.

 

3.)    Videogames are still getting better.  As a male, born in the 80s, I am obligated to spend at least $300 a year on video games.  It’s the law!  With the Playstation 4 and the Xbox one coming out this fall, I’m sure that will be covered for the next few years.  Now, I fell in love with videogames back when the plot amounted to a saving the princess or collecting rings and saving woodland creatures from a fat man that made them work in robots (okay, that one is a little complex) but nowadays we have diverse characters that you come to actually care about, moral decisions (If it moves, sleep with it or shoot it), HD graphics and alternate endings.  It’s like being in a movie or a dream where it doesn’t matter if you die several times.


4.)    I continue to get smarter, well, more or less.  I haven’t been in school for quite some time and I don’t like it.  I’m an information whore so I’ve reverted back to what I used to do during summer break.  I read.  I don’t know what it is about reading that makes you feel so much smarter than the TMZ influenced generation but those sonmabitches are STUPID.  The case is probably that I’m in a position to sit back and watch a less experienced generation struggle with the same things that I went through and they just haven’t matured yet but watching them, I can’t help but to think that there is no way me and my friends were ever that stupid.


5.)    I have a sophisticated stomach.  I don’t drink Bacardi 151 anymore and I can’t stomach cheap vodka.  I only drink that second and third shelf stuff at the liquor store and I don’t wake up in the morning with a pounding headache or my stomach in knots (or with a strange woman).

Getting old has its drawbacks like creaking bones and the inability to see why everyone is infatuated with Miley Cyrus but overall it isn’t so bad.  I’m a little worried the next ten years or so will somehow begin an epic decline but so far, so good.

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