Birthdays are a special time, and being celebrated is never bad. Never.
But being able to say you are a "quarter-century" old is somehow tragic. Being able to use "century" in the time scale that refers to your person is scary, vaguely horrible.
Moreover, there are no more birthday achievements. At 16 you drive, 18 you smoke, 21 you drink, and 25...you rent cars without ridiculously high rates. But after this...it's all just notches on the wall.
On the plus side, it is a birthday, and that does mean presents, and you're still young enough that your metabolism hasn't completely deserted you. So I'm not going to complain at all. After this last stumble on the edge of the path that leads towards aging, though...I might get a bit grumpy.
-Posted by Jilly
But being able to say you are a "quarter-century" old is somehow tragic. Being able to use "century" in the time scale that refers to your person is scary, vaguely horrible.
Moreover, there are no more birthday achievements. At 16 you drive, 18 you smoke, 21 you drink, and 25...you rent cars without ridiculously high rates. But after this...it's all just notches on the wall.
On the plus side, it is a birthday, and that does mean presents, and you're still young enough that your metabolism hasn't completely deserted you. So I'm not going to complain at all. After this last stumble on the edge of the path that leads towards aging, though...I might get a bit grumpy.
-Posted by Jilly
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