thirty-years-old

And we were in our thirties. Well into the Age of Boredom, when nothing is new. Now, I__ not being self-pitying; it__ simply true. Newness, or whatever you want to call it, becomes a very scarce commodity after thirty. I think that__ unfair. If I were in charge of the human life span, I__ make sure to budget newness much more selectively, to ration it out. As it is now, it__ almost used up in the first three years of life. By then you__e seen for the first time, tasted for the first time, held something for the first time. Learned to walk, talk, go to the bathroom. What have you got to look forward to that can compare with that? Sure, there__ school. Making friends. Falling in love. Learning to drive. Sex. Learning to trade. That has to carry you for the next twenty-five years. But after that? What__ the new excitement? Mastering your home computer? Figuring out how to work CompuServe? __ow, if it were up to me, I__ parcel out. So that, say, at thirty-five we just learned how to go on the potty. Imagine the feeling of accomplishment! They__ have office parties. "Did you hear? The vice president in charge of overseas development just went a whole week without his diaper. We__e buying him a gift." It__ be beautiful.

Zero cavities.Two abortions. One divorce.Thirty years on Earth.