Sunday, November 18, 2012

I'm 43. What the Hell Happened?

I turn 43 today. Whee.  One year more than the answer to life, the universe and everything.  It didn't help that earlier this month I read The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger and discovered that one of the main characters dies at age 43. 

When you hit 43, you pretty much know how the rest of your life is going to wind up.  Most importantly, the rest of my life will in no way resemble Peter Gabriel's.  And we all secretly want to be Peter Gabriel, don't we? 

When Peter Gabriel turned 43, he was rehearsing for what would be his most acclaimed tour so far, the Secret World tour.  He'd already earned more awards, fans and gold albums than a boatload of most other artists.  He already had two lovely kids, at least three homes and one incredibly lovely studio (Real World Studios.)  At the time he was single, but already had more sexual partners and offers from future sexual partners than the population of some island countries. The image accompanying this post shows what he looked like when he was 43.

In contrast, as I turn 43 I'm 40 - 50 pounds overweight, single and will never, ever have kids because I like kids too much to let me be their mother.  The only awards I've won were for a dance contest when I was 4, a couple of blue ribbons at a small horse show when I was a few years older and the "Spread the Word about Knoji" contest earlier this year with this article.  You can count the number of sexual partners I've had with one crippled hand.  Sadly, Peter Gabriel has not been one of them.  I somehow missed his most promiscuous period. Now he's in his 60s and happily remarried and I'm fat and ugly.  Not that I ever had a snowball's chance with him, but that's not the point.  I should have at least had a chance to have a chance at him, dammit!

Also, on this date back in 1974 Peter Gabriel's swan song with Genesis was released, The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

Come to think of it, I never got a horse, either.  Unless I get freaking rich that's yet another dream of my youth going going GONE.

Hmmm.  Time to have a cuppa and some cake.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your post reads how I feel. Cept' I'm in friggin America, where I've been held hostage for the past 35 years. I am also fat and ugly, so yeah....think I will join you for the tea, and a slice of carrot cake. What else is there left to do?