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That would be my fortieth. In my younger days, I had convinced myself that I would not survive beyond my fortieth birthday. It was a conclusion I'd reached from my hippy days when it had been clear that no one is to be trusted beyond the age of thirty. I figured that ten years would be the most I could bear being untrustworthy. On my fortieth, it became obvious that I was going to live a lot beyond that age. The disappointment was bad enough but then was compounded by some friends throwing me a surprise party in the evening. I was horrified and went into a sulk that I'm utterly ashamed of now. The net result was that I spoiled the day for my friends as well as myself. In doing so, I also made the birthday far more memorable than any of the others. In fact, I think it's the only birthday I can remember. |