Slouching towards thirty

[kellinator]

Today is my half-birthday.

I'm now closer to 26 than 25.

Yes, I logically and intellectually know that 26 is not old. Unfortunately, our neuroses rarely listen to logic and intellectualism.

Comments

On the upside...

[elizabethf.livejournal.com]

The close you get to 30, the higher your sex drive climbs and the more fun it is. woohoo!

[wintersweet.livejournal.com]

You callin' me old?
YOU CALLIN' ME OLD? HUH?! HUH?!

;D

(26 in December.)

[fanagle.livejournal.com]

Happy 1/2 birthday. I cried all day on my 26th birthday. I know, that's not much cheering up. It could always be worse. You could be 34 and constantly think you're 33, only to be reminded of your true age by your mother.

30's not so bad...

[scarcrest.livejournal.com]

Maybe you'll get a fun midlife crisis like the one that causes me to get things like this userpic made...

[katyakoshka.livejournal.com]

25 is usually a shitty year (2-3 friends of mine verified this). 26 usually beats the hell out of 25.

I'm having a great 26. 25 sucked ass.

Anything screwy in your life should resolve in six months. There, now doesn't 26 sound lovelier? *grin*

[beachsomewhere.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. You are getting so oooooold.



Um. When you're sixty. Ish.

[the-missy.livejournal.com]

Where do you get off having a half-birthday ten days after my half-birthday?

WAIT A MINUTE ... that means your BIRTHDAY ... why, the NERVE!

[marieofroumania.livejournal.com]

Oh, come on, it's not that bad at all. I'm a year older than you and look how immature I am. :)

[weaklikekitten.livejournal.com]

I'm already 26. God. Take me out back and shoot me.

[leahpet.livejournal.com]

what is up with people freaked out about their age? When I was a small child I had friends in their 80's who seemed quite alright with it. I'll be 24 in December and I'm looking forward to it, and 25, 30, 40, even 50. I'm just waiting until everything I say is "eccentric" instead of "weird".

Re: getting old

[wolfieboy.livejournal.com]

Well, when I turned 30, I didn't notice any difference between when I turned 29 or when I turned 31, so I don't know what 30 is about.

When I was 25 was when I met cindygerb, so I have nothing but positive thoughts of it.

[adric]

It's okay, though. We may think we're old at 26, but sophocles is 29. He's almost thirty. He's oooooooold.

And smack scarcrest (?) for that gif89, both on principle and sheer size. Urgh.

Try turning 24 while dating a youngun'...

[rocketmelee.livejournal.com]

I sympathize whole-heartedly, but at least you aren't dating someone five years younger than you are who keeps going "*How* old are you going to be in Novemeber, again?" and then giving a disbelieving "Wow" when you say 24. Or repeatedly asks if you're going to be 24 or 25. He shuts up when I ask if I need to go and get his teething ring out of the freezer, though...

[artricia.livejournal.com]

Philip Larkin, "On Being Twenty-six"

I feared these present years,
The middle twenties,
When deftness disappears,
And each event is
Freighted with a source-encrusting doubt,
And turned to drought.

I thought: this pristine drive
Is sure to flag
At twenty-four or -five;
And now the slag
Of burnt-out childhood proves that I was right.
What caught alight

Quickly consumed in me,
As I foresaw.
Talent, felicity --
These things withdraw,
And are succeeded by a dingier crop
That comes to stop;

Or else, certainly gone,
Perhaps the rest,
Tarnishing, linger on
As second-best.
Fabric of fallen minarets is trash.
And in the ash

Of what has plesed and passed
Is now no more than struts and greed, a last
charred smile, a clawed
Crustacean hatred, blackened pride -- of such
I once made much.

And so, if I were sure
I have no chance
To catch again that pure
Unnoticed stance,
I would calcine the outworn properties,
Live on what is.

But it dies hard, that world;
Or, being dead,
Putrescently is pearled,
For I, misled,
Make on my mind the deepest wound of all:
Think to recall

At any moment, states
Long since dispersed;
That if chance dissipates
The best, the worst
May scatter equally upon a touch.
I kiss, I clutch,

Like a daft mother, putrid
Infancy,
That can and will forbid
All grist to me
Except devaluing dichotomies:
Nothing, and paradise.