Weird

I got this SMS on my office phone today :
"Tilly and me would like to invite you to golf today at ridgemoor 2pm."

a) Whoa! Hold it there buddy! You are inviting me to golf?! Are you insane ?! FOBs don't play golf. They wear running Nikes, buy 14$ 50c racquets and screech up the neighbourhood Tennis court.

b) Since you are bringing Tilly, I really need to rush to the pet shop nearest me and take Collie, my newly acquired pet dog.

c) Now since it is on the office phone I really need to be careful. Wit might lead to bit of bother. See everyone has the same first 6 digits. Its the last 4 digits that differ. So a misdial would lead to an office colleague (most likely senior as I am the lowest form of life). To explain how scarily well this works, I once had a friend who got robbed blind while on vacation. He got in touch with me (to go through his apartment and retrieve identification documents) by dialing random digits on the last 4 and asking the person who connected to look me up on Outlook!

Over the last few weeks I have been feeling really stupid. See, I am not a great techie. I can use a computer well enough that people who know nothing about computers think I know what I am doing. I suck at math. I know more math than the average social science major but can't hold a candle to anyone who knows what they are doing. And my interpersonal skills? Ha! Lets not even get into that. One might argue that a combination of these skills might be worth something even if each of these skills are worthless individually. But then comes the principle of comparative advantage. It just restates that there is little point in being the Jack of all trades and the master of none. Or that Roger Federer is better off playing Tennis than Golf. Why didn't I believe in worn out cliches?!

To be honest, the basic reason why I feel so blah is that I am going to be a quarter of a century old pretty soon and have squat to show for it. There were so many things I thought I would be when I was 25 (when I was like 17) - let me not embarrass myself by delving into my adolescent aspirations but just say that there is a disconnect between reality and past expectations. Lets try here, what can I show? Can I show you my biceps? I know it isn't going to make me mister universe but who are we kidding? All we need to kid is myself!

The worst part is I really have nothing to complain about. I find my job reasonably interesting, I have a varied group of friends, play Tennis, Soccer (terribly) and Swim when I can, and eat in nice restaurants and travel to nice places. Its the general sense of blahness in life that is getting to me, the sense I am missing what I really wanted at some point in my life.

That makes me wonder...How did you feel when you were going to be 25?