Ladies/Gentlemen,
Since none of us are immune to time I'm curious which of your birthdays caused you to feel the most uneasy. For the youngsters..which are you dreading. I'll start. For me it was my 50th. I didn't mind turning 40..that was easy. However, at 50, I had 2 grown children and 3 grandchildren (yeah, yeah..I was granted admission to the Fun House pretty early on) and suddenly felt that I was old. Girls in their 20's were calling me "Sir" and doors were being held open for me. What the Hell!! I started feeling a bit guilty when admiring the boobs and asses on girls only about 6 years older than my oldest grandchild. It's Hell being Catholic!
That's faded a bit as I'm now watching the grandkids growing up..changing poop-filled diapers less often as they learn the advantages of not walking around with that stuff clinging to their behinds..taking them on trips and watching them have great times at DisneyLand and I'm looking towards being about 60 and watching my granddaughter walk down the aisle.