Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Brian in Minneapolis Decimal System

Life expectancy.

I don't want to extend the end of my life I want to extend the middle.

I want to add little decimal years in my 30's and 40's. Sub years right in the middle of the goods times. Then I freaked myself out when I realized there is decimals in between my years they are called days.

I want to stop rounding my life to whole number. I want to enbrace all of its decimal points

I am 30.517808219 Did I enjoy that .0078? or the .0000082?

I can insert decimals places into my life in the middle just by enjoying today:)

So I am off to celebrate because before the night falls and the morning comes again.... I will be 30.52054794505 and I might not rember how important this moment was. I might go back to glossing over time. Rounding my life off one way or another...

11 comments:

Rocketstar said...

I wish I had the choice.

Muffy Willowbrook said...

That's alot of moments to remember. Hope you enjoy every last tenth of your life.

Beth said...

Ugh so true.

I wish I didn't have to spend this decimal part of my year in this cubicle.

scargosun said...

Decimals...hmmm. Reninds me of the Dewey Decimal System we had to learn in Library class.

lauren said...

Remember how when you were little, you were "7 and 1/2" or "8 and 11/12". When did we stop giving our age like that? I guess that is what you are saying in this post... So I am 27 and 1/4.

Kali said...

People with mathematical ability like you scare me...

BORGHY said...

Live for each decimal!

Coconut said...

What a great way of looking at things. Sounds like you had a revelation.

SARAH said...

lauren - i totally still do that. and i make a point of announcing my 'half-birthday'.

interesting post, bri. me likey.

Tara said...

I'm with you on this. We should extend the middle!

Ribonuff said...

I know this feeling well - the urge to digitize and subcategorize one's life.
I have been doing this since age 12, as an OCD-like coping mechanism to help me get through the weird actions of those around me - see my one-time post called "Chrysanthemum vignette" as a kindness to me (and click on my advertisers - and no, you didn't read it from me; it's forbidden to ask for this) if in the least mildy interested.
I used to write down digitalized time date stamps as I lived them, to prove to myself that my mother was still alive at this or that date and time. My mother and brother made fun of me for that, and still do. It was very sad. Huh. Shed a little tear into your frangelico for me - no wait, that's primarily a chick drink.
Best regards, your onetime kinda buddy, Ribonuff