the following note was originally posted on facebook in february 09. i figured it was time to revisit as i announce 30 weekends before 30! shout out to the 80’s babies hitting the mark this year and ’81 babies that snuck into school with us.
my mother likes to say to me “you’re damn near 30”. well, maybe she’s only said it a few times, but just hearing her say it is funny. and the fact that she used the word “damn” in a conversation with me is evidence that… dammit i am damn near 30.
but that’s ok. here are somethings that make me happy about almost reaching the milestone birthday.
1. after a late night i can come home and eat. fast food isn’t my only option. as long as i’ve made a recent trip to the store i’ll have leftovers… or i can whip something up rather quickly.
2. i can come home to solitude (fortunately or unfortunately) and sleep in my own comfy bed. thanks but no thanks for the offer to crash on somebody else’s couch or futon after a late night. i’ll catch a cab to the crib.
3. i can spot ridiculous men a mile a way and have no problem simply saying no to them. there’s no more “oh, he’s just creative”, or “he’s just rough around the edges” or “maybe i should just be open, you never know”. at damn near 30 men at least try to hide their significant flaws for 2 months or more. (i’ll save the down side of this for another note)
4. intolerable work is tolerable. part of this is because i’ve already worked with so many crazy people, but there’s also a realization that you REALLY can’t choose who you work with. whether you work for “the man”, or do your own thing, all you can do is focus on your job and not get caught up in the madness if you can help it.
5. i’m preettttyy much not gonna change. not that i’m perfect or don’t believe in personal growth, but i don’t like big crowds, it takes me a long time to get ready and choosing between the bronze shimmer eye shadow and mocha twilight eye shadow at the drug store will always take, at minimum, 15 minutes. i just can’t decide.
6. i could almost (not totally) care less about the latest trend. that camel color never looked good on me, my calves are too big for those tall boots you tuck ur jeans into, and those knit hats people wear with just a bang in front probably endanger your hairline. i say this to say i’m sticking with boot cut jeans and i may or may not try one of those hats.
7. i work where i work. i live where i live. i’m from where i’m from. i don’t care to make anything sound more glamorous that it is. that means that my first job out of school was essentially just a call center, even though we serviced ibm employees. i live in flatbush, not lefferts gardens. i’m from highland park, not east liberty (in high school east lib seemed much cooler, now… not so much)
that’s all for now, this was a rather lengthy note.
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someone wrote a song about it, wanna here it? here it go…
amen.