So today is a Wednesday on January 26th 2022 which means that it’s my birthday. The 40th one of my illustrious life. So why am I not having the big celebration?

Well let’s be real. I’m an elusive type of guy. While it’s also true that on occasion I’m packed with an abundance of energy and good vibes that can serenade both individuals and crowds alike, I’m actually quite (and quiet) an introverted fellow.

Socially anxious to a fault, I’ve simply not done enough of the ground work in maintaining strong enough relationships with the many people I’ve come into contact with throughout life. Whether I’ve made a lasting impact on those people or not (you’d have to ask them) is something that preys on my mind like a lion stalking through the plains until it reaches striking distance and then once again I’m trapped within the cave of mind from which I convince myself that I’m just not of this world.

I hate small talk. Most of the world runs on small talk and I like to talk about the big things like social engineering and why you’ve been a cunt for a majority of your adult life. What traumas are you dealing with. Let’s talk about it. Fuck season 2 of the latest Netflix offering. But alas, the world turns and we’re programmed ever more into cynical sheep. Critical of everything but submissive nonetheless.

I’m just built different. I’m Aquarius for goodness sake! My ruling planet spins on its side while the rest of you follow the natural laws of physics. While you treat life like a shot of Wray & Nephew white rum, constantly chasing the next instant high. I treat life like a glass of Cheval Blanc 1947. Take it in slow; savour every hint of flavour, the wars just ended. See…just built different.

Also, being an introvert means that I seldom go to the social events that I’m invited to. I just feel there’s an expectation from me to be at my vivacious best. The problem with that is that guy needs to feel completely comfortable within his surroundings to let loose in that fashion, so to speak. It’s just to overwhelming for me to be in spaces where I feel everyone is more socially adept than myself. Then there’s the mundane act of engaging in small talk, which is usually the awkwardly forced variety which makes me seem fake and uninterested. So I stay home under the safe confines of a 15 tog duvet. it’s nice and cozy in there. Being comfortable is paramount.

I’ve got high expectations in terms of what I want to achieve in life and the goals I’ve set. Potentially I’m one of the best humans to have set foot on this earth. That’s not egoistic of me to state at all, it’s just fact. I’ve lived with my fantastic mind now for 40 years so I know more than most would. Plus I’ve seen most of what was on offer and I’m seldom impressed. The world’s still in a shit place. I haven’t contributed enough towards a shift from world enslavement to world freedom. So where’s the celebration. I’m a big thinker, the small acts of achievement while gratified simply just wont do. I’m greedy and I need to do more. So what’s to celebrate?

No. Turning 40 for me is a reset. Not a culmination, but a rebirth. A rebirth of cool, that compilation of sweet jazz that moves to the rhythm of life without missing a beat. So with that being said I will be blowing my own trumpet and coming out to a social event near you!

I’ll even try my hand at a bit of small talk. Weather nice today isn’t it…

Happy 40th to me!