Milestones (Be Advised, A Little Vegas In This One, But Not Much).
I turn 45 in a few days. I suppose this is some sort of milestone on the (hopefully) long road to death, but I'm not really making a big deal of it and don't feel like it really IS a big deal. I certainly don't fit the normal societal "norm" of a 45-year-old. No house. No debt. No wife. No kids. Not even a fucking cat. No worries? Not quite, but about as damn near as you're allowed to be in this society at my age. I'm supposed to be the "responsible adult", fit that BS stereotype. Instead I've done about as much as possible in life to shun responsibility, personal or otherwise. When it comes down to it, I don't want a lot of responsibility. Responsibility equals commitments and time and stress and diminished personal freedom. I guess, in short, that I just wanna have fun, like Cindy Lauper. Is that shallow? Am I immature? Or am I one of the lucky few who has this "life" shit figured out? Vegas the last 3 years has proba...