Today I’m thirty years old. I have wondered how to mark the occasion over the past few weeks as I noticed my youth disappearing in the rear view mirror. I know it’s not really all that bad but it’s less funny if you take it all in your stride isn’t it? As Joanne pointed out this morning my granddad lived till he was into his 90s. By this logic I’m only a third of the way there. ‘There’ being my death.
The thing with thirty as a birthday is that it’s the fist ‘landmark’ age where you can realistically start looking back. There’s 1, which is more a landmark for parents. Then 10 which is only special because it’s a nice round number and is a decade. 13 is obvious as are 18 and 21. The thing all these have in common is that you are ‘looking forward’ to what might become. You can still do the same for 30 but there’s enough time gone for you to reminisce.
Looking back is less fun than forwards because though the triumphs and high-points are there so are the mistakes and missteps. If you’ve not got any regrets you’re probably not trying hard enough or are a cold inhumane person, in my opinion obviously. I’m not saying I live and die by them however when you’re looking back you can see a different approach but frustratingly you can’t go back and say ‘no don’t say that you don’t truly think that and it’s mean’ or ‘Why the fuck didn’t you go for it you big girl?’ or ‘It’s only an extra £300 for the faster processor’.
Don’t get me wrong I’m still the old selfish Chris I always have been but when I look back it’s difficult to be proud of the moment I tripped up that girl in the playground at St. Peter and St. Paul R.C. Middle school. I think she has probably got over it, at least I hope she has. Or the time I ridiculed a colleague at Jessops instead of helping them be better at their job, even if it is a good one for interview panels. (‘I learned from a mistake etc etc…’)
As I said it’s not all bad and I can look back with satisfaction as well. Working for MacUser was and remains a great pleasure and something I take great pride in. Seeing my name in print still to this day makes me smile. It’s the same smile I had when I was first listed in the flannel panel in issue 1825. No I didn’t have to look that up. Getting in to university with one GCSE (C English Lit) and two A’levels (E Photography and D General Studies) was a bit of an achievement too. But somehow the things that went and are going well don’t have the same resonance because you don’t want to change them. The good things that cross your mind make you smile the mistakes make you draw breath and think good God did I really say/do that? What a fucktard. Also, it’s difficult to find something to be proud of because in a lot of cases it’s just what you do and who you are so you take those occasions for granted.
There’s still plenty to come but today I’m looking back as well as forwards. I think that’s why 30 is weird. It’s the first report card that matters it’s the one that you actually can write ‘could try harder’ in and know whether that’s true or not. You can’t change what’s happened but you are doomed to remember regardless.
Christopher Brennan 30 today and a little bit introspective. And with his thirty years of experience has this sage advice, which he stole obviously.
Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall but there’s always someone cooler than you.
