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| To remind me of my youth... (yup, that's me) |
Ever done something and then thought to yourself, “Oh my
God, I’m old.” I have. All the time. Sometimes I worry I’m actually a
middle-aged woman caught in the body of a 20-year-old. My days of childish
care-free worry are over and true adulthood is looming on the horizon. My adult
ah-ha moments keep jumping out at me. Here are times I realized adulthood is
closer than I thought:
When friends ask me
to meet them at 10pm, I laugh. Sorry, man. I’m not leaving my house after
the sun goes down. Preferably, I’d also like to return to my house before said sun goes down too, but that’s a bit
more flexible.
I get to use the
phrase “at work today…” and not be referring to retail or babysitting. Now
I finally have something more interesting to say than, “At work today, the
youngest one colored me a picture.”
Facebook annoys me. OMG
I’m SO glad that you and your boyfriend of two weeks are so MADLY in love and
you want to post Pic Stiches about it ALL THE TIME and talk about how AMAZING
he is (even though last weekend you were telling me he gets too drunk and never
actually calls you back). PLEASE post more horribly romantic pictures so I can
feel terrible about my life and hate you THAT much more.
I no longer consider
Thursday the weekend. Not long ago I used to fall into the category of the unemployed
college student that had no responsibilities Friday morning except making
waffles. And it was grand. But when you have to be out the door by 8:30 on that
Friday morning, Thursday becomes another early bedtime for me.
Even the idea of a
club makes me claustrophobic. Sweaty, half-clothed people trying to grind
up on me and make conversation even though we both know we can’t hear a thing
in there? Yeah, no thanks.
I’ve actually used
the phrase “when I was a kid…” more than once. But let’s be real, kids of
the 90’s had N’Sync, the Bop-It, and bubble gum in the shape of Band-Aids. How
could you not want to talk about it all the time?
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