Hey everyone. I have a friend who is about to be 37… He is a tad nervous because let’s be honest 37 is a pretty big milestone. He can now officially say he is “pushing 40”. He also will officially be in the echelons of younger middle age. He can now safely say that he is a middle-aged man 🫠. Luckily he has a lot of things going for him. He already has a family. He has an okay job and he is about to earn his master’s degree which will up his income threshold! But still on a dark and stormy night. He can’t help but be nervous and ask himself…Good Lord, how on Earth did you get this old as he looks upon his gray facial hair?
A birthday is just a day, just like the day before and the day after. There is nothing that dramatically changes overnight except for the number.
Hard disagree. There is a day (obviously your 37th birthday) where things are never the same as they were before.
After this day the accelerator of aging is firmly pressed into the (pelvic) floor, and kept there by your locked up knee.
It is futile to deny.
I must add that the only known, but temporary (35 minutes), cure to this is a motor vehicle with > 300 bhp.
False. There’s also:
Buying a Corvette that you drive at 55MPH on the freeway
Buying designer jeans, frosting your hair, and growing a soul patch
Getting a trophy wife/husband
I am old enough to remember when people got paid enough to do those things in their middle aged years…
Maybe the updated version is:
Buy a Chevette that you drive at 55MPH on the freeway.
Buy Walmart jeans, dip your hair in Great Value bleach, and grow a soul patch.
Get a participation trophy wife/husband