In exactly two months, I'll be thirty. How terrifying is that? How absolutely, completely, undeniably terrifying is that? At some point unbeknownst to me, between finishing college, getting a job with health insurance, buying a car and getting married, I've ended up becoming a full fledged adult. I will have survived my twenties, and ended up with an uptick in the tens digit of my age.
So I guess that only gives me two months to be a reckless twenty-something.
Okay, so while I haven't always made the best decisions over the last decade, I don't think that I've ever been described as "reckless" in my entire life. But still, you get the point. The funny thing is, if you really want to dig back, I started writing this blog when I was twenty. You can effectively witness the last decade of my life, as I grew, matured, and created weird stuff for quite some time.
I launched this website as a teenager, way back in the day in June of 1996 on AOL's now defunct members.aol.com space. There is pretty much no content left here from those days, but that means that at 14 years old, this site has been going for almost half of my lifetime.
That is terrifying on levels I can't begin to describe.
I'm a different person since I launched this, as we all are when compared to past versions of ourselves. Reading through old entries is a trip, remembering what I was like at random ages, finding really long diatribes from my days in retail, to my first vlog where I talk about going to a concert -- a small concert in a backyard of a friend, where the woman I would eventually marry and I managed to not meet in a crowd of only twenty or so.
It's so strange to watch myself grow up really. I'll probably get more introspective as time goes by, and then I'll get angry about being obsessed with round numbers... but just because something is inevitable, doesn't mean I'm going to bother stopping the train...
Well, I look at it this way. Steve, Wilky, Matt, Brian, Kivar and myself are wholly responsible for your marriage. Go us! We should celebrate by holding another Triumphant Annual Reunion Tour, and dedicate it to you guys. Or, Regdar and the Fighters can just write a song about it.
You say that Wurm, but Crysta and I managed to NOT talk to each other that day (even though I ended up in Crysta's photos from the concert). We wouldn't do so until two months later -- because of Belkie.