Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Another year older, another year.........wiser?

Well I am now standing on the brink of another Birthday and this has got me thinking!

What have learnt this year? Am I more mature? Growing up towards adulthood? (okay so technically at 33 I should be an adult already - and physically I'm there, or thereabouts)

This year has been a huge roller coaster for me and those of you who have read some of my earlier posts will have some idea what has happened, but so far I cannot find any evidence that I've learnt anything new (apart from the joy of "Blogging" - does that count?)  I'm pretty sure that I already knew that black sambucca was not a drink that you should inhale, that spending time with friends and family was one of the most important things to me, that handstands or break dancing in a kilt was not an attractive sight for anyone involved, and that work is there to give you a chance to recover from the weekend whilst getting you the money to do what you enjoy doing! I know that if I was put in the same position again with a girl I would continue to wear my heart on my sleeve, throw myself in, and undoubtedly get hurt......would I do it again - almost inevitably.

I'm pretty sure that there have been no blinding moments of stunning enlightenment, as for Paul on the road to Damascus, no sudden flash of a 200 watt light bulb going off above my head (I hold my hand up here, and readily admit that at the moment it seems to be a 5watt energy efficiency bulb....you know the one that you turn on and after 45 minutes still waiting for a light source that a glow worm would laugh at!)

Nor can I see that I have matured massively. I still enjoy going out and drinking with friends (usually resulting in drinking games that I first enjoyed when I was 18) and although I am quite happy to go and enjoy a meal in refined surroundings, or enjoy the theatre or even the ballet (obviously again only the really macho ones......is there one based on Rambo?) but I enjoyed doing that when I was 18 as well, I just couldn't afford to do it very often. I suppose that the "occasional food for the soul" that I enjoy now may be a sign of a slowly dawning appreciation of my age, and a creeping maturity, but at the same time I will still be spending my weekend sleeping in a foxhole in the middle of a wood, no doubt in the rain and cold (.....for fun, not even because I have to be there!)

I don't really celebrate my birthday, not even the big ones 18, 21 or 30 (I do seem to remember a lot of alcohol and a Pizza Hut chicken supremey thing being brought back up over a friends wall on my 21st - this is certainly not a comment on Pizza Hut, and other pizza restaurants are available, but rather more the punch where whatever was brought was added into the bucket ). I can't remember the last time I had a proper party/night out to celebrate one (although that may be an indication of my nights out) but I think that life is often too short to only enjoy yourself once a year. Nor am I hung up on getting older. I look forward to it! Life is equally too short to worry about it passing, but rather it should be enjoyed.

I am looking forward to getting those distinguished grey hairs at the temple (I have checked when I go to the barbers but honestly they are only slightly lighter......not grey at all!), and crows' feet and the worry lines to give the impression of a hard working 'real' man - like an Arctic explorer, deep sea fisherman, or bin-man! (rather than someone who spends most of his life staring at paperwork or a computer screen! - maybe I should try and get one of those jobs instead). I love the idea of growing old disgracefully, but then I ask myself what sort of midlife crisis can I have? How can I out-crazy my hobby of re-enacting? Buying a fast sports car and surrounding myself with beautiful young women would seem like a calming down! Maybe "free-running" or "extreme ironing"?

Here's to ageing. You only get to live once, so you might as well enjoy everyday, whether it is your birthday or not.

and here's to growing up - to being finally able to look over the bar top!

5 comments:

  1. Happy (almost) Birthday!

    I don't go much in for celebrating my birthday either, although I'm good for any excuse to eat cake, drink alcohol and get given presents.

    As for your mid life crisis...hmmmm... well there's a buddhist monestary somewhere in Yorkshire. maybe you could renounce our materialistic culture, give up sex, shave your head and seek enlightenment?

    Or you could do what I'm doing (albeit a late-twenties crisis) and just try to leave the country :-)

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  2. LOL :) Escaping this country would be fantastic. If only I could speak French well enough I would be gone like a shot.....oh and if they did the kind of law taht I do.

    But thank you for the Birthday wishes and I hope that everything goes well with the escape :)

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  3. Happy Birthday!! What? Break dancing in a kilt sounds like a marvelous idea---and I also don't do big celebrating, but I sure let everyone around know it's going to be my birthday:) Not that that gets me anywhere either--

    And yes--life is too short to just enjoy yourself once a year...ok--we should remember what we've enjoyed the next day, but it's wonderful to be in those moments and simply live.

    Happy happy day:) xoxo

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  4. Happy Birthday!

    I love your philosophy that " that work is there to give you a chance to recover from the weekend whilst getting you the money to do what you enjoy doing!" So true!

    Every now and then I think ooh I have laughter lines when I smile, then I remember my Mum telling me about her friend's daughter, who died years earlier than she should have from the big C. She would have loved getting those laughter lines. Let's embrace ageing and partying while we still can!x

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  5. Em - Thank you for the wishes :) Was a great night, just a meal with family and friends. Catching up, chatting and laughing. P.S. breakdancing in a kilt is usually towards the end of the night and by that stage I really enjoy it, although as a "true" Scotsman I am not allowed to do it before people eat ;) x

    Katy - I think that laughter lines are so important to a person's face. They add character and show that you have lived :) x

    Think I'm just going to keep living for today!

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