How I Know I'm Getting Old
Well...older.
Hello, hello folks! What is new? If you’re in New York or the surrounding areas, we all know that the the smokey apocalyptic skies are what’s new. It’s kind of hard to think about anything else. But it seems to be getting better? Maybe? Fingers crossed. And I hope Canada is okay!
In a segue that I hope doesn’t sound TOO too conceited, my 30th birthday is less than a month away, so you know what that means. I’m old!
Okay, I know 30 isn’t ACTUALLY old, but I do see some shifts that prove I’m at least…not that young. Sometimes those shifts can be scary, other times not so much. Truth be told, I like getting older. It’s my understanding that in your thirties, being a homebody is normalized, and I’m excited to feel even more comfortable with being a person who doesn’t go out all that much. Also, apparently I’m going to stop caring what people think at some point? I’ll believe that one when I see it. Anyway, here are some funny (to me, anyway) signs that I’m getting older:
I peruse the greeting card aisle even when there’s not a holiday coming up. (“Aww that cat in a princess costume is so cute. I should save that for when someone’s birthday comes up.”)
I got excited about the new garbage can at my parents’ house when I went back to visit them.
When someone posts a mirror selfie, my first thought is, “Wow, what a spacious apartment they have.”
This one has been said by many, but when it rains, I really do think, “We needed this rain.”
On that note, I always check the weather before I leave the house (okay, so maybe I should have always been doing that).
When people ask me what I want for my birthday, or Christmas, or any other gift-receiving occasion, it has become an exercise in responsibility. I’ve always gotten nervous when faced with this question, because I was always afraid that I might ask for something too expensive. But now there’s this other aspect: I want to say “Surprise me” because that would be the most fun, but I realize that the best way to save money is to ask for something that I might otherwise buy myself. Even though that’s a lot less exciting because…I might otherwise just buy it myself.
I had a nightmare that I went to the beach without putting on sunscreen.
I realized that the young people of today are probably lumping in the ‘90s—perhaps even the early 2000s—with the ‘80s and the ‘70s, just like I’ve always lumped together a bunch of the decades from before I was born, or old enough to be cognizant of the world around me.
On that note, musical artists keep sampling music from when I was already born. Every time is happens, I think to myself, “I thought sampling was usually done to old music…oh wait.”
I use two different types of eyedrops.
I constantly struggle to remember whether I’ve put in both types of eyedrops or just one.
I could follow this up with some ways that I know that I’m actually still pretty young, but let’s not. After all, our society glorifies youth too much. Or maybe I’m just old and don’t have the energy to finish this list. Who’s to say?
Stay safe out there (from the smoke and the general horrors that befall us all)!
Sending you the absolute chillest and most laid back of vibes because I’m totally cool and not clingy,
Zola