Growing older sucks. In a couple of days I will turn 33 years old. 33 – man I swear that I feel like I’ve lost out on a few years. Although I know that the actual truth is that I wasted my years. What do I have to show for these 33 years?

Nothing!

The signs of aging! Well, a few more wrinkles started to appear and certainly the loss of hair (but that’s more of a genetic one). My beard seems to grow a whole lot more faster that I care for it to do so. I had last shaved on Friday and I didn’t bother to shave since. On Monday morning after I brushed my teeth, I was amazed at the growth on my face as I looked in the mirror and ran my hands on my beard.

I’m glad that I’m not greying yet except for a couple of grey beard hairs and in my nostrils (ewww). The grey isn’t too obvious since I don’t grow a beard and I try to yank out the grey hairs in my nostrils.

But I regret not being able to do the things that I should have done. I regret that financially I’m not there yet. Yes I have a good title at work but it hasn’t brought the money in…yet. I don’t any savings and I don’t have a place of my own.

I also regret the fact that I am still single and lonely as hell. I tie this down to the fact that I am not happy with my life, so how can I make someone else happy? My bed is half empty and I long for the woman who will make me feel complete. She’s just not here yet. I’ll find her…eventually I guess.

So 33 is almost here. Don’t wake me up on that day and maybe he’ll just go away.