Cav's Place

The latest studies I heard of state that, on average, human bodies start to degrade, both physically and mentally, at the age of 28. Supposedly sustained training can make this degradation practically unnoticeable until around 35, and mental abilities that have been developed at a young age and rely on performing repetitive actions are an exception and can continue to be improved even well into the 60s, but either way I guess I can now quite clearly say that I’m getting old. I mean, it’s not going to be getting any better from a physiological point of view, so there’s something else to add on top of why I won’t be able to do shit anymore, seeing as I can’t even now.
But who the fuck cares? In truth, it just marks the end of one year of suffering and of being “undead” and the start of another. You can say that September 27 should mark that, or August 15, or that day in November that I’m not sure about but is probably 16 or so, but this actually has to do with me and is near enough to the others, actually being between those dates, plus that it actually implies the passage of time while the others largely only imply static memories, so it is how it is.

So, unless you’re Andra and by some miracle actually intend to make sure it will be a happy day for me, kindly take anything, traditional or otherwise, that you may want to wish me today, and shove it, all right?