Saturday, September 23, 2006

My Ambivalence Knows No Equivalence

I have a week of my 20s left.

What's that? Oh sorry, nothing.

If there is a perpetual trophy for being unconcerned by the passing of a so-called milestone, I think it must have my name on it this year.

One of my friends reckons that it's not the first year that gets you (because you can still say you're 30), it's the NEXT year, when you have to say you're "in your thirties", and so on and so forth, basically until you're dead.

Nope. Can't even get concerned about that.

I am a one-woman bastion in a sea of navel-contemplating/tantric awareness/find your true soul/come-and-renovate-my-house-as-a-spiritual-exercise dudes.


PS An update on the "universe-baiting" in my earlier post. 500 CASH BUCKS came our way courtesy of an ancient insurance claim this week. So maybe Neil Perry is onto something there.

1 Comments:

Blogger I'm not Craig said...

My 20s are now some sort of vague and distant memory. Being in my 30s is working out quite well so far.

By my calculations, our previous agreement means you owe me $75. Or did that only apply to lottery wins?

I don't think you have to worry about me collecting it any time soon, since neither one of us has any idea of who the other is.

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