The Rants of Issachar
Monday, February 14, 2005
Valentine's Day...
I've anticipated it's approach like a herd of rampaging buffalo, but when it actually arrived I forgot about it until I read about it one someone else's blog. Sort of like forgetting my 21st birthday until I noticed the date on the newspaper I was reading in the evening. There isn't anything quite like absent mindedness for giving you peace of mind.
So... reflections on being 28 and single on this Valentine's Day. I really just don't care. Someone told me at church last night that my hairstyle made me look my age again and like I wasn't trying to look younger any more. (And here I thought my last hairstyle was the style of a guy who just let his hair grow too long again). Despite my stupid comment about what constituted being "old" I made when I was 16, I really don't think I mind being 28 anymore. My circle of real friends stretches from 19 year olds to 36 year olds. When will that ever be true again? Being single may be messing up my plan to have many children, but my plan for a bloodless coup of the Canadian political scene doesn't seem to be progressing too well either. I love life anyway. :)
Update: Later...
Okay fine... The herd of rampaging buffalo thing was just me trying to come up with a cute turn of phrase.
I've anticipated it's approach like a herd of rampaging buffalo, but when it actually arrived I forgot about it until I read about it one someone else's blog. Sort of like forgetting my 21st birthday until I noticed the date on the newspaper I was reading in the evening. There isn't anything quite like absent mindedness for giving you peace of mind.
So... reflections on being 28 and single on this Valentine's Day. I really just don't care. Someone told me at church last night that my hairstyle made me look my age again and like I wasn't trying to look younger any more. (And here I thought my last hairstyle was the style of a guy who just let his hair grow too long again). Despite my stupid comment about what constituted being "old" I made when I was 16, I really don't think I mind being 28 anymore. My circle of real friends stretches from 19 year olds to 36 year olds. When will that ever be true again? Being single may be messing up my plan to have many children, but my plan for a bloodless coup of the Canadian political scene doesn't seem to be progressing too well either. I love life anyway. :)
Update: Later...
Okay fine... The herd of rampaging buffalo thing was just me trying to come up with a cute turn of phrase.
