Stare Into Space

The Beginning Of Life?

Posted on | October 22, 2010 | 4 Comments

It is my birthday. I am no longer a young man. It’s official now.

It is the birthday that dare not speak its name. The birthday at which life is supposed to begin. I’m unsure about this. It seems the stuff of well-wishers and self-deluders.

That said, I don’t feel any different than I did yesterday. Even though my wife took the day off and told me I could have a lie in while she took our daughter to school, I still got up early for a run as Friday is normally a running day. I accept, however, that a psycho-analyst may well read something into this other than me just wanting a run. Perhaps.

Anyway, I’m bracing myself for my mid-life crisis. I don’t really know what to expect though. I’ve done the sports car thing as a younger man and don’t feel any major temptation in that direction. Maybe a motorcycle is the way I’ll go. I did go through a phase of wanting to buy one after reading Robert Pirsig but it wore off. Lately, I’ve been feeling an odd urge to grow my funny little beard into a funny, slightly longer, beard. Perhaps that’s how it starts. Perhaps soon, I’ll be trying to woo ladies half my age with words like ‘woo’ and much beard-stroking.

Or I might just have a beer and some crisps.

Or cheese.

Cheese, it is. What abandon. Who says I’m over the hill?


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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