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\"Ready<\/a>I turn 39 tomorrow, a fact which elicited this reaction during my morning run: \u201cArgh!\u201d After I stop shouting and smiled at the other runners to convince them of my sanity, I settled into my head and asked myself, \u201cWell, what do you think about this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Turning 39. Sounds like a zombie transition. He was bitten and turned overnight.<\/i> To be honest, I don\u2019t seem to sweat my age the way others I know do. I have friends who groan at the mere numbering of their years and others who spend half their salary on products that they hope will make them appear younger. I am in no way judging them \u2013 we all have our things \u2013 but I have always wondered if I was missing something.<\/p>\n

Despite that, 39 has surely stirred up some thoughts, some of them positive, some of them not. And here are the ones I came up with while running and kept in my addling mind.<\/p>\n

Stuff Hurts<\/b><\/p>\n

It really does. A morning run is a 16-hour recovery time. A night involving more than four beers equals a headache like Krakatau and a butt to match. I make sounds getting off the couch that I last heard in the film Saving Private Ryan.<\/i><\/p>\n

I guess the worst thing about this is the knowledge that it\u2019s not going to get better. And to cope with these dings and dents I have collected an arsenal of over-the-counter pills. These cover every ailment that might occur at each pole of my body and everything in between.<\/p>\n

At what point do I open my own pharmacy?<\/p>\n

Doctor Doctor<\/b><\/p>\n

I have been thinking about my relationships this morning. I don\u2019t mean relationships with women, or my friends. I mean the relationship with my doctor.<\/p>\n

From now on, my doctor is going to nod with a sympathetic smile and say things like, \u201cWell buddy, you\u2019re just getting older.\u201d But the worst thing of all is how our relationship contract changes. From now on I\u2019ll go to the doctor once a year and as part of our agreement, he is going to invade my anus with his finger. And he\u2019s going to mumble things like, \u201cHmm\u201d and I am going to worry and then say \u201cThank you\u201d and feel relieved when he says that everything is normal. And then I am going to pay him money for this whole ordeal.<\/p>\n

I think I\u2019d prefer a lollipop from the days of yore. Yore<\/i>, by the way, is the Latin word for before you got your ass probed. <\/i><\/p>\n

Where Were You\u2026? <\/b><\/p>\n

There is a sound I am having trouble identifying. It\u2019s sort of a \u201cpfttbbrgtgrrrrr.\u201d And it occurs right after you see the license or ID card of a person who was born when you were a full-grown adult. Usually the sound is made while you are trying to calculate how old you were when they were born and then remember what very adult activities you were engaging in that year.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t fall into this trap. It is not fun to think that when this person was being crapped out of his mother, you were trying out your new fake ID to buy booze. It\u2019s worse if you were using your real ID to buy booze.<\/p>\n

Nananananananana Cat Man!<\/b><\/p>\n

Yes, I am this man. Nearly every one of my friends has a child or two or three. I have a cat, and this is not something I regret. I do not want children and, in fact, when a friend tells me they are pregnant, my knee jerk reaction is to treat it as a negative thing. I frown and go, \u201cOh God, I\u2019m sorry\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Laugh at the cat thing, but I do enjoy my freedom. If I have a bad day, just feel like a drink, or if the B Monster is irritating me, I can go to the pub and read or go for a walk\u2026that ends at a pub. Can\u2019t do that with a kid, well, I guess if you live in Florida\u2026<\/p>\n

Still, I do have this vision of myself carrying 200 cats to a K-Mart for a family photo.<\/p>\n

How\u2019s that Bucket List Looking<\/b><\/p>\n

This was the first positive to leap into my brain. I have accomplished or done many of the things I wanted to do in my life. I have written two books, and (so far) published one. I have jumped out of a plane, lived abroad, travelled to India and the Middle East, met Wil Wheaton, scared Sinbad (the comedian, not the Arabian sailor), and gotten a master\u2019s degree.<\/p>\n

If you\u2019re feeling depressed about being a certain age, I suggest jotting down the things you\u2019ve done in your life that you\u2019re proud of. It helped bring a smile to my face, but then, just like everything else, it gave me a headache.<\/p>\n

Fortunately, I have a ton of aspirin.<\/p>\n

The Early Bird Special \u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

If I could show a picture with this section, it would be my dad\u2019s face when I told him I had become a bona fide early bird. It was that look of amazement and incredulity that my cat makes right before she pukes out my neighbor\u2019s roses.<\/p>\n

But it\u2019s true. When I was 21, a day that started before noon meant that I had to either play rugby or go to court. But now, if I sleep in past 10 am I feel like it\u2019s a wasted day.<\/p>\n

And this early birdness is surely related to how I spend most evenings. I used to see a night without drinking my face off as a blown night, and now I relish the quiet nights watching movies and reading with a sleeping cat on my stomach.<\/p>\n

I guess if I could go back and talk to 21-year-old Me, I\u2019d tell him to start waking up earlier much sooner. I\u2019d also tell him to start eating more fiber and to write a series of books about a wizarding school named Frogwarts.<\/p>\n

Alternatives<\/b><\/p>\n

When it really comes down to it, the only thing that matters is happiness. And I am happy. I have friends, an active life, and a sex life which in no way involves monetary transactions. I live in a great city, love my job, and have my health \u2013 please knock on every bit of wood near you.<\/p>\n

I can only say that turning 39 is sort of like that time you drank a bottle of Mescal and found yourself making out with an Iranian transvestite on a fainting couch. You\u2019re not really sure how you ended up here, but you figure it could be worse.<\/p>\n

I welcome any further insights into aging. So please, bring them on! <\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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