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Friday - Birthday
Jul. 22nd, 2005 01:02 pmToday on the drive into work, I was thinking about my birthday, and how I don't want to have one. Each year is another rotation of that Ferris Wheel, and I've been through just enough rotations that I'm getting queasy.
I've always been the chipper (in a sardonic way) person who says that "getting older is the prize you get for not dying young."
Some prize. I want to trade. I wanted a CASH prize.
I should have died before I turned 30, like I thought I would when I was 16. I should have died when I was, say, 20. That would have been nice and tragic. Dying at 36 is sad, but not tragic sad like 20 is.
When you die at 20, people say things like, "That's awful! How sad!"
When you die at 36, people say things like, "Bummer."
When you die at 87, they say, "At least she got her money's worth. Did she leave me anything?"
Driving past the Ferris Wheel, I caught the eye of The Carney. He just shrugged and looked away.
I've always been the chipper (in a sardonic way) person who says that "getting older is the prize you get for not dying young."
Some prize. I want to trade. I wanted a CASH prize.
I should have died before I turned 30, like I thought I would when I was 16. I should have died when I was, say, 20. That would have been nice and tragic. Dying at 36 is sad, but not tragic sad like 20 is.
When you die at 20, people say things like, "That's awful! How sad!"
When you die at 36, people say things like, "Bummer."
When you die at 87, they say, "At least she got her money's worth. Did she leave me anything?"
Driving past the Ferris Wheel, I caught the eye of The Carney. He just shrugged and looked away.
