A Quick Thought on Aging…

So I’ve got this friend—a woman—who I’ve known since Junior High.  She’s always been really pretty.  To this day, she still is one of the most attractive people I know.  She’s married and has had a few kids, but she still looks pretty much the same now as she did then.  It’s kind of stunning…


Then there’s me. 


I look like hell.  I’ve gained a bunch of weight, lost a little hair, my teeth suck, my joints are stiff, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t even seem to grow a passable mustache in order to maintain a full beard to cover up all of the ugly.


So how’s that fair?  She’s even two-and-a-half years older than I am!


…of course, the fact that I’ve drunk and smoked a bunch of stuff she hasn’t, combined with the fact that I don’t exercise, the fact that I don’t eat right, the fact that I’ve pretty much entirely stopped drinking either straight water or milk, and the fact that I haven’t seen a dentist since the seventh grade might contribute a little, too…


…but that mustache thing still pisses me off pretty bad.


Books I bought with birthday money:

  • “The Stranger” by Albert Camus — A new American translation (Camus wrote it in French).
  • The Complete Stories of Flannery O’Connor
  • “I Love You, Beth Cooper” by Larry Doyle
  • “The Last Lecture” by Randy Pausch (Which I can hardly WAIT to start reading!  …hopefully it won’t end up sucking…)
  • “The Story of a Marriage” by Andrew Sean Greer (the guy who wrote “The Confessions of Max Tivolli.”)