Whats the big deal?

So I admit it. Whenever there seems to be some new social phenomenon, I always seem to be about a week, month, year behind. My Space was almost out when I finally got in. It seems now that I've decided to finally write a blog, I find out that a high percentage of my friends that I had no idea did write blogs in fact do write blogs. I don't mind being behind the times. So where I'm going with this is that this morning I was looking at my Facebook account and decided that I don't get it. It seems very complicated and hard to function. Maybe it's not, but it sure seems so.

So I have come to realize that I'm getting old. I know that I'm probably making a mountain out of a mole hill, but man I feel it. I had a conversation yesterday with a couple of my friends around my age and our conversation was about our gray hair. I found a gray hair in my goatee about 2 months ago and I kinda laughed it off. Well now they have crept into my sideburns and suddenly its becoming real that I'm getting older.

The weird thing is that I'm an adult, I have a child of my own, but I still consider myself the same way as when I was almost 20. Well kind of. I can now go to the store and buy beer whenever I want without worry that someone is going too look closely at my id. I wonder if there is a point in life where you fully accept that you are no longer a child and completely an adult. Well I hope that never happens to me, although turning 30 seems to be a bigger milestone than I expected or had hoped personally that it would be. Gone now are the nights staying up until day light and sleeping until dark. As my friend Mikey would say, I have Old Balls.

I suppose with age comes greater responsibility. I have decided that the next great goal in life for me is to buy a house. So I have put my energy to starting a savings plan to get some cash for a down payment. Hopefully I will be able to find something in my price range that is not somewhere north of the Notch.

Well for now, this is a receding hairlined, starting to go gray haired, technologicly impotent, father of a son who knows more about my computer than I do, signing off.

Peace,

Jimi