I Feel Old.
Reason No. 1: On average bedtime is 9:30p.
Chances are if I’m not working, or if I’m working later I’m most likely at an appointment with my treatment team. Appointments last about an hour. Plus, I’m usually running around all day long. I like to sleep, and if I go to bed any later there’s a good chance I’ll be a bitch in the morning.
Reason No. 2: I enjoy knitting even though it seems like an old-lady activity.
When I was living at Longview Place over the Summer, my cousin came to visit me. She’s nineteen and knitting works for her to calm her down as a coping skill. She taught me and ever since, I’m nearly addicted. If I could, I’d keep my needles and ball of yarn in my handbag. Thank goodness it doesn’t fit!
Reason No. 3: Personally I find the bar/club scene way overrated.
The idea of going to a bar/club to find a one time boyfriend disgusts me. My idea of a club atmosphere is going to the local gym. If I plan to go at the right time in the early evening, there are lots of cuties and the possibility of an old man hitting on me is slim to none. Perfect.
Reason No. 4: Watching “Oprah”.
As I almost don’t belong in the twenty-six.
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That “Oprah” arguement really nails ten years in your coffin!
I can’t relate to #1 at all. I’m a night-owl, and have been from as far back as I can remember. However, now my bedtime is closer to midnight than 2:00am. Can’t relate to #2 either, but doing things with my hands is probably similar from a therapeutic standpoint. As for #3, even when I worked in a bar as a DJ, I found the place to be disgusting. I’m not sure that the local gym is much better, unless you go in the morning or lunchtime. The evenings seem to be nothing but a “meat market” for both genders. People are too busy posing and flirting, and not busy enough working out. I find myself wanting to say “do you might checking his buns out in the other mirror so I can get to the free weights you’re in front of?” Oh my gosh… if #4 hits, I will officially seek gender exchange surgery. To this day, if I watch moments of “Oprah” or “The View”, I can feel my testosterone level dropping perceptibly.
Funny post, but I’m more interested in what you’ll write when you reach that point that you’re happy for the old guy to be hitting on you. Old is relative… at 45, I just ignore what I see in the mirror, and go with what I feel.
@Tim,
The chances of me flirting with the guy on the treadmill next to me is slim to none. It’s more likely that I’ll glance his way every so often and hope he gets the hint. Also, I was only really going to the gym awhile to check out this certain fire fighter that I went to middle school with.
I’m much younger than you are, and I still find myself sleeping at an “early hour” according to all of my college buddies. All I can say is, since when is 10p early? Sure, I stay up until midnight on the weekends, but the weeknights are for sleeping. That’s what I say.
@Joy,
I honestly can’t stay up until midnight or anything later. Actually, I’m only awake right now because I’m surfing Facebook for those I know, plus I was re-organizing my “friends” earlier. Oh, and I just came upstairs from watching some TV. Most people my age are up until all hours of the night and somehow still manage to function in the morning. Not I! I don’t consume any caffiene (if any, barely) and I can’t operate on zero sleep. When I was in college, sure I’d stay up until 3a. But I’m not the party girl I once was. A girl’s gotta have her life set straight, if you get my jist.
The only one I can really relate to is the one about the bar scene. I hate it. I’m not much of a drinker and I don’t smoke, so maybe that’s why I hate it. I just think there are better places to meet people and actually have conversations. But when you get down to it, it doesn’t really matter. Don’t try to shove yourself into an age stereotype. If you don’t like the bar scene, don’t go.
@Josh,
Tonight a girlfriend and I were going to head to the bar scene. It’s not really my thing, and I don’t mind going every now and then, but she’s more into it than I am. It was my idea to go, just go have a drink or two, and maybe meet new people. Having a conversation in a bar is tough. Chances are the person you’re talking to is drunk and probably won’t remember your name. But meeting people now that I’m out of college is really difficult. All the action seems to take place in the bigger cities, not the burbs.