Friday, December 01, 2006

Midlife Crisis

I can't believe it's December 2006 already. One year ago, I was an entry level journalist just starting out in the business. Two years ago, I was still in school, living the life of a carefree college student. Twenty-four years ago, I was a fetus, struggling to get into the world.

I don’t know what I am today. I’m still a journalist, but not seasoned or considered a veteran. I feel like a pedophile at every bar I go to and I’m suffering the anxiety of being yet another year older. For me, 24 is not a popular Fox drama series. It’s the belief that I’m halfway through my miserable life that I’ve barely done anything with.

I don’t plan on living past the age of 50. The idea of my knees going bad, calcium deposits taking up residence in my joints and having my bones replaced with plastic replicas are things I never want to deal with.