Today is my 33rd birthday. For years whenever someone I know has had occasion to have their 33rd , I have warned them to be careful as this was the same age that Jesus Christ, Chris Farley, and John Belushi met their end. When asked what the connection betwixt the three was I have always gave with the knowing smile.
Please help to alleviate my concern and tell me that your favorite author has published their first book in their 33rd year or something. I’ll need to be very carfeul for the next 365… (knowing smile>
Don’t forget Alexander the Great!
Hey, all these guys had changed the world (okay, maybe not Chris Farley) by the time they were 33. What’ve you done?
That’s really the problem, I think. I’ve read a lot of books and grown a lot of plants. I’ve played guitar on stage and starred in a play. I’ve jacked up a house and rebuilt the foundation. I’ve been to South America and the UK. Perhaps I should start changing the world soon?
Plants and the arts, eh? Have you considered look more into the hard sciences? Developing faster-than-light-communication or time travel would probably qualify you for having spent a worthwhile 33 years.
Oh, and Happy Birthday!
You made it past age 27 (Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, among others) so why worry?
Don’t bother trying to change the world. Try to improve whatever part you are in. Make people happy, make them laugh and sing. Help others. Love more.
I passed 33 a long time ago and am firmly entrenched in middle age. I know I’ll never stop wars or cure diseases. I also know that I love my family and will do everything I can to make them happy. That is enough for me to know that I am a success.
Happy birthday. You have already changed the world for the better just by wanting to do more.
Wait 4 more years, and then you can use the classic Tom Lehrer line: “When Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years.”
happy birthday.
33 sucked for me. My death was horrible and bloody. 34 was a huge improvement.
Actually, where was I at 33? Dating a so-so woman, working at a sucky job, doing nothing with music. Before I turned 34, I was dating a different woman (it was a lateral move), I’d moved to a better job with a tenth of the stress and a huge salary increase, and was music directing a great show. Not a bad year, all in all.
Happy birthday!
Heck, after maiking it to 30 ( a year which almost killed me, incidentally) everything else is just gravy. I just feel intrigued by the notion of ending paying for the taunts which one has employed. I used to enjoy making blad jokes until I realized that my mom’s brothers are generally bereft of hair and my forehead seems to be growing magically bigger. Now I talk about how cool bald people are.
I don’t really intend to change the world, I like making the portion around me more interesting and making the people I know feel better about the fact that we are stuck in a vast uncaring universe which cares not for what we do or think.
Thanks for the birthday wishes though.
And Eva Peron, who later was made famous in an avatar by a madonna.
Since Jesus is considered God by some Christians and died at 33, that means next year you’ll officially be “Older than God”. This thought came to me frequently when I was approaching 34.
IIRC, 33 is the ideal age for a man and the age all men will be in Islamic heaven. I’ve wondered if this is the reason it’s the traditional age for the death of Jesus (who was of course also Middle Eastern and the notion of 33 was probably already around in his time and place).
I’d like to help, but man are you ever screwed. Even if you live you won’t be wanting to. After 33 life is over.
But just in case you do live: wishing you a good day, a good year and a great life.
Don’t forget Kurt Cobain and Brian Jones.
–FCOD
The problem with outliving the rock stars is I am pretty confident that they were having more fun than me.