Aging gracefully.
I’ve never been much of a one for thinking about age. Age for me is something that happens, not a characteristic of who I am. I ran into Ciara online today and she was mentioning how old we were and how weird that is. How she feels 24 even now. Well, I’ve never felt any particular age my entire life!
Yes, I know I’m 30. Yes, sometimes I make jokes about how old I am and yes, sometimes I feel a lot older than the people around me due to my seemingly historical knowledge! But I don’t actually think of myself as 30. Sure, it’s a number and a measure of the passage of time but I can’t really connect it to a way of being “30”. I mean, am I meant to act in a particular way? I act differently than when I was younger but I don’t try to do anything differently. I still get weirded out by the thought of mortgages, retirement schemes and being tied down in anything more than a kinky manner. I still want to go out dancing, lie around in fields looking at the sky and hang around with all my friends.
I am firmly of the belief that I have aged in a strange manner. I was very mature in certain respects at a very early age. I was also incredibly immature until just a few years ago in many other things. I’ve finally reached a period of my life where I actually think I might know what I’m doing. Not in a “I have a master plan” sense but at least I have some sort of a plan!!
I think I’m gonna stick around where I am, until I get bored or until something better comes along. Then I’m gonna move. I’m not sure where yet but I’m thinking of ANYWHERE!! I’m talking Canada, Japan, Scotland, Spain, etc. There isn’t anywhere I’m directly ruling out. I’m one of the only people of my “age” I know who doesn’t have anything tying him down further than their job and their cat.
I need to save some money. It doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to do much of that this year but then again, I wasn’t intending to move anywhere this year. This year is a year for perspective. I’ve done an awful lot in the last few months: new job, new place, car and licence and attitude! MORE OF THE SAME PLEASE!!
Yes, I know I’m 30. Yes, sometimes I make jokes about how old I am and yes, sometimes I feel a lot older than the people around me due to my seemingly historical knowledge! But I don’t actually think of myself as 30. Sure, it’s a number and a measure of the passage of time but I can’t really connect it to a way of being “30”. I mean, am I meant to act in a particular way? I act differently than when I was younger but I don’t try to do anything differently. I still get weirded out by the thought of mortgages, retirement schemes and being tied down in anything more than a kinky manner. I still want to go out dancing, lie around in fields looking at the sky and hang around with all my friends.
I am firmly of the belief that I have aged in a strange manner. I was very mature in certain respects at a very early age. I was also incredibly immature until just a few years ago in many other things. I’ve finally reached a period of my life where I actually think I might know what I’m doing. Not in a “I have a master plan” sense but at least I have some sort of a plan!!
I think I’m gonna stick around where I am, until I get bored or until something better comes along. Then I’m gonna move. I’m not sure where yet but I’m thinking of ANYWHERE!! I’m talking Canada, Japan, Scotland, Spain, etc. There isn’t anywhere I’m directly ruling out. I’m one of the only people of my “age” I know who doesn’t have anything tying him down further than their job and their cat.
I need to save some money. It doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to do much of that this year but then again, I wasn’t intending to move anywhere this year. This year is a year for perspective. I’ve done an awful lot in the last few months: new job, new place, car and licence and attitude! MORE OF THE SAME PLEASE!!