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i wonder how long i can keep this livejournal. a lot of grownups are into blogging, which i still find strange. usually blogwriters are teens and early-twenties recounting the events of the day, the parties of the night, the regrets of the morning, woes of lame jobs and school. but you can run across the average 40-something mom or 54-year old golfer and stuff too, and they still have interesting things happening in their lives, worthwhile kinds of things to write about. maybe i just underestimate grownups.
anyway, all that was supposed to point to that i'd like to still have this livejournal when i'm graduating or when i'm sending my first child off the kindergarten or going through the hell that raising a teenager must be, or whatever other momentus occasions that i imagine won't happen to me until i'm old but my thoughts about "old" have changed drastically.
i wonder what its like to be old, too. will i walk around in ugly sweaters talking loudly about kids today, wearing a funny outdated hairstyle with a big ol bag of my medications on my shoulder? whats it like to realize that your body is shutting down - vision worsening, hearing decreasing, needing help to get out of a chair? to realize that you're OLD, and everyone thinks youre senile when you say something silly thats only funny to you and a few other people who died last year so you laugh to yourself; or thinks youre a dirty old man because you make the same kind of vulgar jokes you would have when you were 20, when back then you were just funny?
my yiayia looks through the obituaries every day. she'll say to my papou, "louie, so-and-so died last week, aint that too bad?"
who?
"so-and-so, remember, we used to go to the diner with her and her husband on thursday nights and then go dancing?"
oh yeah. isn't that somethin.
"yeah, thats too bad." then she tells me stories about this nice girl who lived up on brock ave, and this "b-i-t-c-h" who went around stealing everyone's boyfriends while my papou nods absentmindedly and says "oh, yes, dear" when cued.
imagine, being 75 years old, and seeing that your sorority sister or that kid that copied off you in history or your lab partner from years and years and years ago, who you can remember clear as day, is dead now, because they were just as old as you are. thats so weird.
i got a new migraine medication that won't make me lose weight or give my children birth defects if i still have to be taking it when i want to have bebes. it starts with a Z.
also, i am starting harry potter and the halfblood prince. order of the phoenix comes out july 13 2007, and there are going to be some wicked fight scenes in that one. awesommmmeee. i'm on the verge of becoming a fangirl.
anyway, all that was supposed to point to that i'd like to still have this livejournal when i'm graduating or when i'm sending my first child off the kindergarten or going through the hell that raising a teenager must be, or whatever other momentus occasions that i imagine won't happen to me until i'm old but my thoughts about "old" have changed drastically.
i wonder what its like to be old, too. will i walk around in ugly sweaters talking loudly about kids today, wearing a funny outdated hairstyle with a big ol bag of my medications on my shoulder? whats it like to realize that your body is shutting down - vision worsening, hearing decreasing, needing help to get out of a chair? to realize that you're OLD, and everyone thinks youre senile when you say something silly thats only funny to you and a few other people who died last year so you laugh to yourself; or thinks youre a dirty old man because you make the same kind of vulgar jokes you would have when you were 20, when back then you were just funny?
my yiayia looks through the obituaries every day. she'll say to my papou, "louie, so-and-so died last week, aint that too bad?"
who?
"so-and-so, remember, we used to go to the diner with her and her husband on thursday nights and then go dancing?"
oh yeah. isn't that somethin.
"yeah, thats too bad." then she tells me stories about this nice girl who lived up on brock ave, and this "b-i-t-c-h" who went around stealing everyone's boyfriends while my papou nods absentmindedly and says "oh, yes, dear" when cued.
imagine, being 75 years old, and seeing that your sorority sister or that kid that copied off you in history or your lab partner from years and years and years ago, who you can remember clear as day, is dead now, because they were just as old as you are. thats so weird.
i got a new migraine medication that won't make me lose weight or give my children birth defects if i still have to be taking it when i want to have bebes. it starts with a Z.
also, i am starting harry potter and the halfblood prince. order of the phoenix comes out july 13 2007, and there are going to be some wicked fight scenes in that one. awesommmmeee. i'm on the verge of becoming a fangirl.