that is, −40°F = −40°C. It is referred to as either "minus forty" or "forty below".
I am Fourty years old.
Im going to see if the Internet has anything positive and uplifiting about being 40....
And that pretty much sums it up in a nutshell.
40 isn't cool, it isn't trendy. No amount of telling ourselves it is is going to change that.
It's not, nor will it ever be the new Thirty.
The Quran says that a person is only fully grown when they reach the age of 40 and it is also the code for direct dial international phone calls to Romania.
Like it or not though, i'm here for a few years yet..in the land of fourty something, and in order to try and negate it''s famous ageing qualities..I have quit smoking and started running 5 miles every other day. This Decade has always been concern for me, even when it was still a distant thing, because for me..it marked definate Adulthood It was my personal point f no return.
Some small comfort should be taken from the fact that having lost all of the things one is supposed to have amassed by this age..I have regained them all just in time. The house, the car, the dog, the Wife and soon..the child. It's all back in place in time for inspection. And, it's better this time round. Not only because crippling debt was one thing I managed not to replace, but also because I managed not to select a partner who has yet to decide upon their sexual identity.
Good skills. Pat me on the back, give me a Banana.
I have nothing to moan about really, not compared to some people, but being 40 just doesnt feel fun. I don't feel old, in fact I still feel like I am twenty...but my hair's much greyer and it's in my nose and ears now too.
I am capable of a high level of maturity and compassion these days..much more than when I was half this age, but it still doesn't come naturally..I still prefer to be a kid, to shun all but the most vital acts of a responsible adult. I still read comics, I still look at the toy aisle in the supermarket...and I still think 'Mum jokes' are extremely funny.
I have, as it goes, made the delivery of the 'Mum Joke' into an art form, even if I do say so myself...and I never miss the opportunity to deliver a quick "That's what your mum said" or "I (insert relevant statement here) your mum last night" Each sucsessful delivery is a joy to me.
But...I am not a kid any more. I am perhaps, at best, a reluctant adult, wading against the current and trying not to slip on the rocks beneath my feet. A modern day Don Quixote, armed with a shield of Humour and poking the windmill of old age with a sharp mum joke.
And I shall continue to poke at that windmill...because I'll be damned if I am going into my 50's without a fight!
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