A lost decade

I swear my parents made a mistake with the dates on my birth certificate. I have been cheated out of a whole decade of living. I cant be more than 30 years old. Not a single day beyond..

I live my life quietly looking for the lost decade. What little pocket of time has it disappered to? If I look hard enough time itself will unravel. A little hiccup in its continuum. Two points mistakenly came together and remained stuck. The nodes pertaining to a certain me at the ages of thirty and forty.

Soon this will fall open, correcting the mistake and I shall once again feel the way I have secretly felt for a decade. I am but thirty. And when I find that nefarious decade that slipped though my fingers ten years back, I am claiming it back whatever the consequence. It is mine and I want to live the life of a thirty year old. I want to be thirty something and winge about being just that.

I most of all dont want to write a blog about being forty something.