33 is the hit of the summer!

You know how you read online reviews about movies, electronics, cars or pretty much anything else under the sun. Well, closing in on 33, I decided to manage my expectations a little bit by reading some online reviews about the 33rd year of life.

Come to find out, people rave about being 33. Here are a few samples I found.

“I give the 33rd year a 9 out of 10, the only thing from making it a 10 is the fact that I realize all my cartilage is still growing…aside from that, no complaints yet!”

“4 stars! Now that I realize I’m thoroughly into my 30’s, instead of being teased by lingering memories from my 20’s, I’ve grown complacent about my age and life in general. I’ve found life really starts being lived with this frame of mind. But that’s just me.”

“Runs... like a dream."

“Thirty-three IS all it’s cracked up to be. I’m six months in and I still feel a dapper 32, minus the ‘awkwardness’ usually associated with the early 30’s. You know what I mean.”

“Man, 33 is really something else. By something else I don’t mean it’s a diminutive bum dwelling trouser flea. No, it’s not that…it’s something else.”

“Middle age here I come! Bring it on. I’ve lost much of my hair, motivation, and physical prowess, what else can the years take…as I see it, it can only get better, Flowmax prescription notwithstanding”

“It instantly upgraded me from a 34” waist to 36” waist! I wasn’t even expecting it; it just came with the package. Better than advertised!”

“If I’d known that being 33 got me this many chicks, I‘d have lied about my age years ago…”

So, the next year looks pretty good! However, according to my online research, that’s only the 33rd year that gets these types of reviews. The 34th year gets pretty bad and 35, apparently, is a fate worse than death. Things clear up a bit after that, as many claim they get their “second wind” as they break into their early 40’s. That’s when I promptly shut down my computer, because I don’t want to know anything about any middle-aged man breaking wind…of any sort. But if you’re into that, be my guest. Different strokes for different folks.