BIG SUM

Oh you...

Sure I could have ignored all the tell tale signs, but I didn't.

And now I feel like a fool.

The fact of the matter is that all you bastards out there turning/turned 25 put this notion in my head that this was a huge event.

"End of an era!"
"Point of transition!"
"A whole new world! A new fantastic point of view! No one to tell us no, or where to go, or say we're only dreamingggggggggg..."

Ok, the last one is from Aladdin, but you get my drift.

So like every single chinese family out there during the 2k crisis (don't front, if you have slanty eyes you know you were a part of this) I quietly went into panic mode. Storing goods for the eventual melt down. Getting all my shit in order. You know. Preparing for the worst. 15 cases of bottled water...

And then it came...

WOOSH!

(cue crickets)

And like so many things in my life, it let me down. I really don't see what the big deal was. I'm still hearing it from some people who haven't reached this supposed milestone. But let me tell you, it doesn't change anything. I have no desire to run out and buy something extravagant, I don't feel like I must be at pay level 9 and I certaintly don't feel older. (though technically I should)

September 22, 2007 was like the "Fantastic Four: Rise of Silver Surfer" of birthdays...

But whatevers. I suppose it could have been worse. Admittedly there was a moment where I thought I would turn into one of those idiots that starts moping over life decisions and all that fooey. But I ain't on the mopey-self-analytical tip. (Unless there's a girl involved, but you already knew that)

So here's to another few years until reach the midlife crisis age bracket.

Unless that damned cheeseburger gets me first.

-Hitoshi "Alive at 25!" Murakami

P.S. Hugs and Kisses to all and to all a good night!