So 30 years ago today, I was born. A birthday is a funny thing. It's really not a big deal for me. Turning 30 is a lot less traumatic than Hollywood would lead you to believe. Oh, and I spilled coffee on my pants. I think that was my subconscious telling me that I'm still a doofus, even if I've left my 20's.
The last 30 were a good time. I'm looking forward to the next 30. I feel like the first 30 years are pretty much scripted until you get to your mid-20s. School, College, and a job....
But the next chapter has yet to be written, and I feel that there's not a script in sight. Does the book become a romance, a drama, or a comedy? I think it will always be a comedy.
I wanted to take this small perch on the internet to thank my friends for being my friends. My family really doesn't have a choice, given the whole bloodline thing. But I'm so thankful for all of you in my life and I think that is the most positive thing about this day. So thanks to everyone. I love you all very, very much. And I'm still the doofus you know and love.
7 comments:
Happy Birthday Big Red! Glad to see you made it out of the jungle alive!
Black comedy. I think we're all doomed to black comedy.
Happy birffday, you decrepit old man!
that is a dreammakerish post! and i like the outlook on the next 30.
Happy birthday, Graham. Don’t let anyone tell you that the fun stops once you hit 30 - they have no idea what they're talking about. (It actually ends at 29, just takes a year for you to catch on.)
Comedies are the best kind. Happy birthday, GD.
Sometimes you're not a doofus at all... and I assure you, it only gets better after 30. Don't you think?
Happy Birthday! Welcome to the 30s! It's not that bad :).
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