This makes my head hurt. I comfort myself with the thought that it might not be real. I hope.
If it is real, it's a pretty good example of what orthodox religion screws up in people.
Way to keep it classy.
"I turn 45 on Thursday. This birthday feels infinitely more daunting than my 40th, mostly because over the past five years I’ve finally begun to feel my age. There are people who tell you that age is simply a number or a state of mind. They’re lying. You can try to “think young” all you’d like but eventually your body tells you to go fuck yourself, and the realization of that is what adjusts your overall attitude whether you like it or not. I’m not who I was even a few years ago and there’s no way around it. Granted, my life changed drastically in 2006 when I had a tumor the size of a pinball — does anyone even play pinball anymore? Is that a dated reference? — pulled out of my head. My brain chemistry and various aspects of what made me me were altered overnight, but in spite of a few hiccups it didn’t feel like it had the power to truly cripple me until the years piled on top of the trauma. Now, at the age of 45, I can’t tell how much of the figurative weight I feel on me as I get out of bed each morning is my age and how much is the aftermath of the surgery, even all these years later."