Sunday, March 1, 2020


This is the first post in my 100 years series. You can the rest of the series here.

I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm of age
A kid on the way
A family on my mind

 - "100 Years" by Five for Fighting

I'm turning 33 tomorrow, and I don't feel any different.

The world has changed since 2004. Or maybe it hasn't and the sorts of people living the sorts of lifestyles who were seen and not heard are more heard.

I'm turning 33, and I have no thoughts of starting a family of my own. I'm not in a committed relationship with anyone, except maybe my cat, and she's quite the old lady now. I'm not even looking for a committed relationship. No kids, no nephews or nieces, and not counting in-laws, I'm still the youngest person in my family.

I don't really know if that bodes well or not for the gene pool.

Even if I found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I still have issues with the matter of marriage, of a contract with no specified term limit. And I still don't want kids, life-partner or not; even if money were no object (money is definitely object) I still don't want kids.

I may not always be in the most content state of mind, but I'm generally happy with the person I am right now. Single. Working on my career. Reliable car. Small pool of friends. A healthy array of hobbies...

I'm struggling a bit with getting my physical health under better control, but my spiritual health is the best it has ever been. I know where I'm going when my time comes, and I don't fear that day. I'm also struggling with the shelter bit, getting a roof of my own over my head is hard these days, and it's probably only going to get harder; I'm in a good place, a stable place, even if the circumstances aren't entirely ideal.

...See you for #2 in twelve years.