Somehow, early this past November, I turned 30 years old.
I know! To some of you, this is a shock. You’ve seen the picture on the “yes, me” page and you’re thinking, “How??? How is this possible?? Your silky smooth skin! Your long, flowing locks! I am a fool!”
But fret not, my boyish good looks have deceived many people. You were not the first, and sadly, you will not be the last.
For some reason, people think that turning 30 means that it is time to Mature and Stop Being Irresponsible, but I have made a decision that this will not be the case with me.
No, I’ve decided that I will wait until my forties to become an Adult, therefore I am now staring right into the face of ten more years of acting exactly like I do now.
Yes, that’s right – I am granting myself another ten years of yelling at people that I’ve just met about trivial things and all the other behaviors that make up The Adventure Of Knowing Chris.
I figure, why stop quoting Seinfeld at every possible chance now that I’m 30? I’d be robbing everyone I know of something that brings pure joy to their lives (no one has ever actually said this to me, but I can tell, I’m a Joy Bringer).
And when that day comes that I finally turn 40, look out!
You want to see Responsibility? You want to see Acting Appropriately? I am going to be on fire! People will probably start painting pictures of me, because that’s what happens when you’re an Adult. People paint your picture.
Until then, though, what you see/read now is what you get for the next ten years. So come on over, grab a beer and let’s act stupid, because that’s what being a thirty-something is all about.