The Power of 42:
Fame is soooo fleeting. Nowadays, I am much more likely to be approached by soccer moms. They whisper into my furry ears, "I found your blog. LOVE IT!" An uneasiness ensues. "You do? The icky gayness and obvious narcissism didn't make you scream and run for the hills?" Hmpfh.Obviously not!
Which brings me to my point. I love being 42. At this age, I have obtained wisdom. Through good and bad life experiences, my intuition and perception of others are sharp with razor-like precision. Don't attempt to lie or put on airs because I can see through all your bullshit. If you have an agenda, I will detect it.
With wisdom comes power, and it's fucking amazing! No longer am I a slave to naively trusting others or foolishly thinking they have my best interests. I seldom mince words. If you want my opinion, I can always be counted on to deliver it with brutal honesty. "That was MEAN!" Well, why did you ask? Did you want the truth or what you wanted to hear?
At my age, I am entitled to express an opinion without worry of politeness or political correctness. I am well past the phase where the goal is to accumulate friends and be well-liked. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. I am now in the ornery phase of NOT liking people. They consume precious free time, suck up oxygen, and prevent me from enjoying a set routine I have spent years honing.
Which brings us to a shit-hit-the-fan moment that illustrates all of the above:
I was recently asked by a bar acquaintance/Facebook twink to attend a pool party. "Umm... why are you asking me?" Twink: "SQUEE! You'll have lots of fun and my friends would love to meet you!" Me: "So, you want me to be a Trophy Daddy to show off to all your friends? The Twink's eyes flared and cherub face blushed in crimson. "There will be LOTS of food and drinks at the party!" Humm... a non-answer. "So, basically you are telling me I am a prostitute who will make public appearances at pool parties for free food and drinks?!" The once exuberant Twink was stunned into silence.
All believers shall bear witness to and be wary of The Power of 42.
-The Book of Brett