OK, I'll admit it. I'm getting older. Today happens to be my birthday and although I usually don't pay a lot of attention to my birthdays, this one comes with a twist. I hit 67 years today. Now there's nothing special about 67 except that for the past 365 days, that's the age I thought I was!
Yep! Every time I filled in a questionnaire, I listed my age as 67. The doctor's office, the bank, the IRS, the state ... everyone thinks I was 67. Including me, apparently. Just another sign of Old Timer's disease.
So now I have an interesting dilemma. Since I never "lived" my 66th year, should I recapture that time for myself and tell everyone for the next 365 days that I'm 66? I would hate to mislead people into thinking that I look older than I claim to be.
On a positive note, I have an opportunity to relive my 67th year! How many people get a chance to repeat their age? I could claim that I was 67 years old for 730 days! Maybe I could fix some of the screw-ups I pulled when I was 67 ... ?
In a way, I feel like I'm turning my clock back in the fall of my life to gain some extra senior citizen discounts. It's a small victory over aging. Another small victory over aging is that I won't recall that anything bad happened to me when I was 66.
The only thing that really bugs me is that I missed being 66. It was my only chance to be 66, two thirds of the Devil's mark. I missed the chance to use inflict some really bad puns like "I'm sexy six" or "sixty sex".
It's late and I'm getting a headache, so I'm going to bed. I hope I don't wake up to be 68 tomorrow.
Royal Dun
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