Hangin' On to the Edge of Forever

[themostepotente]

Today is my 39th birthday, and man do I feel like I'm hangin' on to the edge of forever. Sometimes, I wonder how I've made it this far with all the crazy whacked-out shit I've done.

I still get carded for entrance into the casino, for liquor and for the occasional pack of cloves. I don't think I quite look my age, but still, I don't want to get older, dammit!

I really, really don't want to turn, much less think about, the big 4-0.

I have a whole year to think about this, but ladies, any advice? Thoughts. Wishes. Stories to share. Virtual cake and alkeehol. Hot nakey boys.

--P

Comments

[judas-iscariot.livejournal.com]

Happy belated birthday my dear Penny.

Forty is what you make of it, just like age in general. My sister has been bitching about her age for years and contemplating plastic surgery for at least eight years now. She is only going to be twenty-six years old, so I think that is ridiculous. Me? I could personally care less. Age comes whether you like it or not, so it is up to you how you deal with it in the end. Yeah, it helps that I know I'll always look way younger than I actually am (the only positive thing out of a genetic pool that is otherwise horrible), but I still think it is all in how you look at it.

Plus I wouldn't consider forty old at all. Wait thirty or forty years- then you'll actually be fairly old. I'm sure you'll wish you were thirty-nine or forty at any rate. You haven't even lived half of your life yet, and you still have quite a bit of ways to go. Me? I wouldn't worry about it. I'd throw a party, just for the hell of it, because I don't really celebrate my own birthday. I'd think of forty as a beginning versus the end.

Time is relative; it all depends on how you view it.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Time is relative; it all depends on how you view it.

And how you spend it.

Thanks for the sage advice, lovely :-) *hearts you big time*