Thirty-eight.

Thirty-eight.

Thirty-eight years.

Thirty-eight years old.

Yeah, right.

 There is no possible way.

Who did I know that was 38?

Aunt Laraine.

Wait a second, if Laraine was thirty-eight, then I was...

Not even born! (verify)

Okay, pull it together. Thirty-eight isn't even that old. What is the media trying to convince everyone?  That is the new optimal age? You know, when you are in your prime, you have got it all together. The house. The kids on the teams. No more babies.

No babies? Who do I talk to?

You'll have to make friends.

(Dear in headlights.)

Come on, it's not that bad.

(Cocks hearing.)

You've done it before.

Yeah, but you outgrew those friends.

(High-waters) haha, yeah..funny. I outgrew those friends. I hate that. Bringing people into your life, learning all about them, giving them all the love you can, only to realize they didn't have room for you.

The worst part?

The worst part is coming to that realization, or the realization that it was more to you than it was to them. Define that specifically?

Oh, you know. I love you so much. You mean so much to me.

Okay, I love you.

Shut it down.

Oh, I'll shut it down.

Why do they always do that?

I have no clue.

I think that is the hardest part. Not knowing why. Having no definition. Just having this huge subtraction.