Today is my birthday. I’m officially on the downward slide to 40 now. That sucks. Getting old just sucks. Not for the usual reasons. I mean, yes, my body is falling apart. I can’t eat like I used to. My eyes don’t work as well anymore…and technology is slowly passing me by, but that’s not my problem with getting old.
I finally have a Star Trek costume, a Superman costume, a Darth Vader costume, and a bunch of other cool things I’ve wanted since I was a kid. But now when I wear them, I’m just the creepy old guy dressed up like a guy from Star Trek. Since I was in high school, I wanted a Trek uniform so I could film myself and edit myself into an episode of the show. A few years ago I did…
That’s all well and good…but the dude in that video is almost old enough to run for president. What was I thinking? I’m not some 20 year old who has an excuse to run around and be an idiot. I’m just a sad, immature thirty-something who looks ridiculous. I know my 20 year old self would call this guy a loser. But forget hypothetical, younger me, what about when my son grows up and sees this?
“Really, dad? This is how you spent your free time? C’mon, you can level with me…I was adopted right? No? Maybe mom had an affair with an actual grown up? No? So you actually felt like your DNA was worth passing along to the next generation? Ugh…NO, that was not a reference to the show. Wow, pop, you’re a freak. I got you something for Father’s Day…pity!”
But I still want to do stupid, silly stuff…I just don’t want to be this old while I’m doing it. But unless that fountain of youth has been discovered…oops…just checked, it has not…well then I have two choices: grow up and act like an adult or embrace the fact that I’m now a creepy old guy.
…say hello to Tim Babb the creepy old guy. (but don’t get too close, or take candy from him….move along)