"The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything
~ The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
I have hated birthdays since the age of 16 not because I disliked getting old but because each passing year marks a new distance of time from when everything was innocent and my friends were alive. I’m often melancholy and perhaps a bit dramatic about it. Today is different. Where has the time gone? Wasn’t I just 19, 25, 32, 39…? It’s an odd feeling to consider time passing. I was probably the only in my circle of friends who couldn’t wait to be 35 but now…. If I double my age, I’m 84. Good lord. New wrinkles on my forehead but they really don’t bother me in the way they bother some. But I notice them because I look different… now, even to me I look a bit different.
I don’t like to be wished “Happy Birthday” by the masses especially on social media so I don’t make my birthday available on Facebook. Is "Happy Birthday" really a wish or is it more a threat- "you should have a happy birthday"... what if I want to just have a birthday? I have a broken tooth; I have a ton of crap that I need to take care of... I really just want to have a nice day without feeling pressured to. I thought about it today and I much prefer the phrase, “I’m glad you’re not dead” because isn’t that the alternative? I don’t want to be dead. I want to live to be an old lady; I want to be 88 like the fortune-teller in my 20s told me I would be one day.
I woke with my nerdy fella announcing, "The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything is 42!"
So why 42? In the 90s, Adams revealed
“The answer to this is very simple. It was a joke. It had to be a number, an ordinary, smallish number, and I chose that one. Binary representations, base thirteen, Tibetan monks are all complete nonsense. I sat at my desk, stared into the garden and thought '42 will do'.”
I like the idea that he stared out into his garden.
Last night my fella and I went to dinner. We gift time… and at 42 (dramatically said) that’s pretty important ;) Anyway, I bought a new dress. Actually, I bought two new dresses but here's the one that I wore to dinner.
This morning I head to brunch with my Babushka. I made her order the chicken and waffle-wich because the name was funny. I ordered the French toast.
I visited my favorite jewelry necromancer and bought a necklace where I can place my broken tooth. It's so dainty and sweet and even has diamonds! I can't wait until someone says, "That's a lovely necklace. What's inside?" Hee hee
This afternoon was one of my favorite monthly activities… Horror Book Club! I adore them. The club is filled with folks from various backgrounds with various tastes in horror. I wanted to grow as a reader and have a group with whom I could actually discuss great and not-so-great works. This is the best book club I've ever been in. Among other things, some of which I’ll share in later posts, I grumbled about not caring for the “Happy Birthday” wishes. Because they are who they are, wonderful people indeed, as I left the book club, they shouted, “I’m glad you’re not dead!”
Yeah, 42 will do.