{"id":6290,"date":"2018-09-02T20:56:08","date_gmt":"2018-09-02T19:56:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/?p=6290"},"modified":"2018-09-02T20:59:29","modified_gmt":"2018-09-02T19:59:29","slug":"getting-older-with-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/getting-older-with-people\/","title":{"rendered":"Getting older, with people."},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nSo, I’m 40 now: my time halfway served and I’m nowhere where I thought I’d be when I was a kid. I’m in a good place though;\u00a0Irrespective of the current depression and the resulting mental miasma, I have a loving girlfriend, a job and my deadlifts are getting better. Also, just a this summer I experienced my first surprise party! Sara had pulled together family and friends \u2013\u00a0some I hadn’t seen in a long time – to show up at our allotment cabin and celebrate my birthday. It took me a while to process and I was honestly out of words, but it brightened my week and the urge I’d had previously to flee the city was gone.<\/p>\n

As anyone with a birthday near a national holiday can affirm, childhood trauma of overseen birthdays is a thing \u2013\u00a0I still remember my birthday cake melting abandoned because the kindergarten teachers hurried us out to celebrate midsummer. So I wasn’t looking forward to the hosting a party anywhere near my actual birthday since it usually doesn’t work with peoples plans.<\/p>\n

Sara managed to arrange a surprise and got all these people together to make me happy, and it feels nice to be reminded of that I’m not as alone as I sometimes feel. It feels real nice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So, I’m 40 now: my time halfway served and I’m nowhere where I thought I’d be when I was a kid. I’m in a good place though;\u00a0Irrespective of the current depression and the resulting mental miasma, I have a loving girlfriend, a job and my deadlifts are getting better. Also, just a this summer I … Continue reading Getting older, with people.<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,279],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6290","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-friends","category-photography"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6290","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6290"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6290\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6315,"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6290\/revisions\/6315"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}