Sunday, March 27, 2011

Those Times, They Went a Changin'

Last weekend I was talking to my friends Dana and Jammie while we were walking a leg of the Montour Trail in Cecil Township. Jammie said that one of her friends whom had just gotten married, was going to start trying to get pregnant right away. I thought about this for about a millisecond before I said, "Already? Man, we're kids. What's the rush?," and she said something that I clearly remember. Something that clings to my ears even a week after the fact, "Well, Jessica we aren't kids anymore, I'm thirty."

It was kind of an a-ha moment. Up until now, these were the only a-ha moments I was having...

I'm not delusional about my age. I'm twenty-eight years old and everyday I'm reminded of this fact by the decline of my joints, my inability to stay up past midnight, and my general dislike of most popular music (get the hell off my lawn!). I guess, for me, being of the age to bear children is like saying, "now there is definitely no chance in hell you can get away with the shit that you did ten years ago."

When I'm creepin' on my "suggested friends," on facebook, I see that many people that I went to high school and college with feature elaborate family portraits of parents, toddlers and babies (usually they're all wearing the same colored shirt, or they're standing on a beach or they're all dressed for easter. meh). TODDLERS?! My parents are the ones that are old enough to have toddlers, not me. But, oh wait...

With this recent a-ha moment, I've not gotten any closer to even considering having a child. This a-ha moment makes me realize my need to really focus on what I'm doing with my life and marriage, rather than worrying about what to do with my life, my marriage and a dependent. Basically, it's all about me. And Dustin. And my banjo (nerdy Futurama reference in da house!).

What's the point of this post? I have no fucking clue, actually. I guess what I'm saying is that just because I'm twenty-eight, I don't feel rushed to have all of those things that the television told me I should dream about. Or, ultimately, to really have them at all.

When I was a pre-teen, I watched the Rosie O'Donnell Show everyday after school (gawd, if that isn't a sign of the times, I'm not quite sure what is). Anyway, she used rally to get certain guests to appear on her show. People like Barbara Streisand (although, I have no idea why), Elton John, and Prince...for example. I remember her saying on one of her shows that Prince had called her up and invited her out for a drink, but that she couldn't go because it was really late at night and she had a baby to think about (she'd just adopted the very first of the litter). Even at that age, all I could think was, "Man, if I ever get the opportunity to be invited to go out with Prince for drinks, I'm not letting anything stand in my way."

Let's go crazy. Let's get nuts.

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  1. You'd better not go out for a night on the town with the Royal Purple One without me.