As every (living) post-adolescent boy knows, “I am immortal!”

How do we know this? Because we aren’t dead yet… 😛

Thus it came as quite a shock to me this evening when I saw for the first time a man staring back at me in the mirror. My “Residual Self-Image” is apparently a boy of about 15, which I’m sure says plenty about my states of mind.

I have always scoffed at the notion of a Mid-Life Crisis; I thought it a was bunch of hooey, but today I have felt the first shadow of what it might be like. My mortality is weighing upon me more and more, a shadow measuring the length of my stride, duration of my breath, and clarity of vision.

Well, I can’t say I really feel like that often, but it does sound dramatic. It probably has more to do with the book I’m reading at present: The Road to Underfall (Mike Jeffries). It’s a bit on the dark side (For those who know the book, no pun intended), yet compelling and hopeful.