A resounding thank you, thank you for the belated birthday wishes. Alas, I didn’t take any pics while down in lala land. I’m horrible w/remembering to take the damn camera. You’ll just have to take my word for it, a good time was had by all.
I did get a few admonishments for not announcing my birthday up front. Well, pay attention. How much plainer could I have made it? *g* Joking aside, I normally don’t make a big deal over my birthdays. So what if I’m a year older. I survived the childhood from hell. Nothing since has ever been that difficult. My life continually gets better1 so I’m not complaining. Sure the vain part of me is beginning to notice I’m not young anymore; I have a few wrinkles here and there. My hair is ever getting shorter.2 And the boys aren’t as quick to look my way. But hey, that is the nature of life so why should I resent it?
I’m still in the best shape of my life. Oh, I whine about my muscle loss but that is minor compared to when I was uber skinny. I also have a job that pays the bills and allows me some room for playtime. My career of choice is on track albeit a bit slow. My health is good for my age. What’s to complain about? Oh sure, I could have been hung rich, pretty, or all of the above. Hell, I could have been a lot of things. And if a frog had longer legs he wouldn’t bump his ass either. My point here is I learned, somewhat painfully, to worry about what-is vs. what-might-have-been. I try to make the best with what I got. And frankly, I think I’m doing a pretty damn good job of it.
In simpler terms, I treat this body like a rental! I won’t be going to my grave some pristine corpse. Oh no, I plan on skidding into the grave a 60 mph a tore-up-from-the-floor-up, used and abused husk! I may not get my deposit back but that’s ok too. I’ll be able to say “what a ride!”
2 As I get older, I realize it is not falling out, it is falling thru!
Well, normally I’d say that everyone should get some attention on their birthday, but let’s see – hot gay guy + living in San Francisco = I think you get quite enough attention. 😉
Besides, from your prior post, I’d say you gave yourself quite a nice b-day gift. 🙂
YOU SCUM! You gave us no clue on the BD!!!! Well sending you a happy birthday wish and hug belated. As I always love saying to someone in their middish thirties…’just think, your are that much closer to 40.’ LOL. But hey, you can through it right back in my face Moby, ‘cuz in another couple of months, I’ll be that much closer to 50. Y – I – K – E – S!!!!
Oh by the way, I about pee’d in my pants over your little prayer on my post. But you know…it can be so true at times. Hugs!
A great outlook on life and living it.
Don’t put on the brakes.
You should write a book.
When you post your feelings about life, it always makes me think about where I am, and where I’m going. I know where I’ve been and I can’t do anything about it.
Thanks.
Young man (I haven’t addressed anyone like that for years!), I’m a bit older than you (about 3 decades) and i can assure you that as long as your head stays in the right place (which it seems to be), and if you stay in reasonable shape, the boys will continue to turn to look at you. You may change your clientele slightly, but there will always be a market for what you have to give.
nobody ever remembers my birthday. even my parents. i accepted a long time ago that i’m pretty much alone in this world. i’m a 3rd or 4th stringer to my “friends”(cough)
it’s worse somehow when your bday is on a historically famous date that everyone knows, but somehow they never remember it’s your birthday. even the “friend” who’s b’day is 2 days prior to yours and you always go out with the guys to celebrate it and chip in to buy his dinner. this bday i went to the getty and bought myself a diner dinner since i was flat broke.
Perfect. Life sounds perfect. Just about right. I can see that you’re a guy with a good sense of gratitude and appreciativeness for what he has…..not what he doesn’t have. Cool.
I love that line “treat this body like a rental”! You’re an awesome man, Moby.