So, OK, I turn 30 in June, right? (On a friday, too, and also it's gonna be a day or two before I leave for Philly (phorever) so what I'm trying to say is, please expect a party.) And I've been all, "I'm so fine with 30, I actually can't wait, fuck my '20s (even though don't really fuck them because they were basically very nice to me)" and all that but then tonight? I opened up the latest "we're raising our rates" missive from Blue Cross and found out that not only are rates going up just ANYWAY, but also when I cross the dirty thirty threshhold my rate goes up um 49.315%? And now I guess it goes up a healthy chunk every five years, so I have to trudge all the way over to a new age bracket every time I turn around, which I'm not used to because before all this aging nonsense I was in this broad, elegant brushstroke of an age bracket, this handsome spread they call "19 to 29" for ten whole happy, long-ass years. So basically, what I'm reading is that right now this minute, I'm still as healthy as I was when I was sporting a shaved head and wearing overalls on a regular, but in june, I can expect a touch of the cancer. Or mad cow. No, no, some mutant airborne respiratory virus that only an ooold person would actually die from.
Oh whatever, most of my friends have already passed this particular little aging hump and without having to bitch about it to everyone so I'll shut up. Though, I guess what bothers me the most about it is that the realization has already been dawning that serious illnesses do start happening more to contemporaries as I get older. Which is pretty simple statistics, but it still both creeps and saddens.
But generally, I am fine with 30 because what I'm mostly noticing is that even if you do forget some of the stuff you learn, you remember a lot of it. And I'm happy about all the stuff I know now that I didn't know when I was 20, and I'm happy that my life is going pretty well, and I'm excited that when I hit 40, and 50, and 60 and all those other ones (god willing), that each time I'll know 10 more years worth of stuff. Of course after all those other ones I'll be dying, and then it won't really matter so much what I did or didn't know but maybe I'll get a chance to tell some other people some of the stuff I figure out and it won't be so bad.
I wonder how health insurance prices are in Philly? They oughta be lower on account of the fact that you're not sucking in pinkish yellowish air all day every day. Just slightly grayish air.
Speaking of, I went up to Mammoth this weekend (remind me to tell you about how come fuck snowboarding, which actually I can sum up for you right now: it's expensive and fussy and cold -- didn't I say this before I even left DC, actually? When will I learn?) and how about that whole milky way in the sky at night thing this planet has going on, huh? Good lookin' stuff.
