Me: “Michelle,
I (pulled something running, fell off my bike, strained my back getting out of
bed) hurt myself.”
Michelle: “Well,
you’re (a silly, foolish, moronic man) not thirty anymore.”
Oh course I’m
not thirty anymore. It’s a good thing too; when I was thirty my life was a
train wreck. We are born into innocence and vitality, which starts to
deteriorate almost immediately. Unfortunately, for most men like me, emotional maturity
and wisdom from life doesn't happen until… I’m still waiting, but I’m pretty
confident it’s coming. A fact helps explain why I stumble
through life clueless most of the time. And my wife thought I was just (silly,
moronic, foolish), there’s actually a very excellent explanation!
And so I
enter my second day of NOT running. According to my wife, this is all due to
the fact I’m not thirty anymore.
As is
typical in our relationship, she’s right (again, still, always).
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