They say it's your birthday. Well, it's my birthday too, yeah.
So there it is. I'm staring down a quarter-life crisis and loving every minute of it.
Today, I'm 25. Yep. One-quarter century ago I was thrust into the world to make great changes - or at least observe great changes. And so far, it's been a pretty sweet ride.
And I'll be out of the office today, so don't worry about calling to wish me a happy birthday. You could take that one a couple of different ways, so I won't elaborate.
I've always felt a little older than I actually am. People that know me sometimes think I look older than I am. One could also probably take that a couple of different ways too. I don't know if it's that I want to enjoy the benefits of wisdom and experience, or I am just too jaded to go through life without self-awareness and some level of maturity.
I'm not apprehensive about turning 25. Who would be? Most people, I gather, don't start dreading birthdays until at least 30. Does that mean 31 is over the hill - the hill over which you get when you start, for the first time, dreading getting older?
No, I'm not apprehensive, but I'm not really sure what being 25 means - beyond cheaper car insurance. Are people that are over 25 look at any different than people who are 24? Are we expected to behave differently, or better? Are we to behave worse? It would seem to have so much import. It's a quarter-century, a nice, while not round, certainly mile-stone type of a number. But is it important?
Ambivalence (or is it apathy?) is such a curse.
So what am I going to be doing today, the day I turn 25? Probably as little as possible. I've got some laundry to do, and movies to watch. I'll probably also do a little reading. Pretty exciting, huh? I will probably wear my trousers rolled and measure the day by coffee spoons, like a patient, etherised upon a table (that's Eliot). I may even buy a futon. I've always wanted a couch I can sleep on. It's the best part about being single - no one cares but your back when you sleep on the couch.
Being a little older now, maybe I can begin solving all the world's problems too. I think I'll get to work today. There's a lot of work to do. I'm not sure if it's true that people, when they are young, think they have all the answers. What if they do and older people just like to think that young people think they have all the answers?
I can't tell you how much I've forgotten already. Older people forget more than young people.
Yep, birthdays are OK. But I think I'll wait until I'm 30 to have another one. Maybe by the time I'm older, I'll be younger than I am now.
Michael Davis covers government for the Daily Herald. His column appears on Fridays. He can be reached at (770) 957-9161 or via e-mail at email@example.com .