Three Four

Ah, the calendar shows the third of April. That, of course, rings a bell. Yours truly turns 34 today! I’m celebrating like I do every year, by not celebrating. This annoys Anniken, because she wants to celebrate properly, but I think she has come to terms with the fact that I just don’t enjoy being in the center of anything at all. That, or people are hiding somewhere in the apartment, holding their breath, getting ready to jump out and yell “surprise!” at any moment now. The potential for things like that happening makes me nervous. But I hope they are not waiting, because I came home two hours ago and by now someone might have died from asphyxia. Don’t want that on this day, the day of my birthday.

So, what’s it like to turn 34? It’s a big number, and I have to be honest, seeing 34 makes me feel old. But not that bad kind of old, rather that good kind of old: The wise old, that the-old-guy-who-knows-everything-old. Unfortunately, that’s not the case, I don’t know very much at all, and I lack a lot of a knowledge you’d expect an old-timer of 34 to have:

Looking strictly at the above list, I think we can safely say that. in terms of adult knowledge, I’ve failed miserably. But life is not just about making lists and knowing adult stuff: I’ve got a great job, enthusiastic andΒ  talented colleagues, I have wonderful friends that don’t give up on me even if I might be the most social individual, I’m living in a top notch apartment with the girl of my dreams, and just to top it off, I’m fairly healthy as well.

Couldn’t ask for more, really.


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