30

Today I turn 30. I was asked how I felt about this, my response, I don't know. On the one hand, 30 isn't really old, but it's not really young. I consider myself a kid, but I'm really not. Definitely not a man. I guess what bothers me the most is what I haven't accomplished, be wary, it's a long list:

• I have no money, every check is spent by the time I get it.
• I haven't had a serious relationship, hell, I haven't even had a frivolous relationship. I'm basically undateable. I'm like a Trekkie without the fake Vulcan ears, the uniform, and the Klingon to English dictionary.
• I don't own my own home, and with the way prices have skyrocketed, I don't think I ever will.
• I don't go out much because almost all of my friends are married with kids, except one, but he's in Massachusetts. Then again, doesn't matter much (see the first item)
• I was in a band for a short time, but not now, and can't find one.
• I haven't finished college.
• I don't know if I really want to work in computers for the rest of my life.
• I wanted to have a Corvette by now, instead I have my 8 year old Camaro (which I still love) that i've been in two minor accidents with. At least it's paid off.
• I still haven't written a complete song. Just little bits.

So after all that whining, I guess it could be worse. Problem is, I just don't feel like I've amounted to much. I am the most optimistic pessimist in the world, so here's hoping that the next half of my life is better than the first.