I am so freaking sick of SHOULDS.
Hitting my mid-20s, a lot has changed. Lemmonex and I talk openly about coupons for the grocery store, for chrissakes… and we’re not making fun of little blue haired ladies who use them. B and his friends in the financial industry discuss their retirement plans… and they actually have one. My doctor has started to nag me about extra calcium and weight training, because apparently I will perish into a pile of dust at 42 without said things.
Isn’t just making a home cooked meal every now and then enough? Isn’t making it from paycheck to paycheck without having your account fall into the negative enough? Isn’t cardio four times a week enough?
Because it’s a helluva lot more than I was doing at 21 or 22. But no, apparently… it’s not enough.
It’s never, EVER enough.
I am a big girl now. Officially, whether I like it or not. I have a home with a man and we have things and bills and living creatures that we pay for all by our bigass selves.
And it’s taken it’s toll… I feel it every day, in little ways. I feel guilty when I forget to take my multivitamin. (And simultaneously, like a dork for having them sitting on my desk at work.) I feel guilty when I realize I went a whole weekend without flossing. I feel guilty every time I walk by my company’s credit union where I really should open a credit card and transfer my high interest balance from the evil that is Capitol One… but it’s been almost a year that I’ve been walking by, and I’ve never made it inside.
These are all things I wouldn’t have dreamed of worrying about just a couple years ago. And now little “responsible” things like this weigh me down just a little more, every day.
“We are old,” Lemmonex and I say to each other once a day, whether we’re getting excited about a cheap homegoods store she found online, or the fact that we wanted to shoot ourselves in that bar Saturday night when we were elbow to elbow with all the “kids”.
We used to be those kids…
Now we’re wondering “if anyone still says that” and why on earth they don’t know what Hammer Pants are.
I wrote this post not so long ago about “Doing the Splits into Grown Up World”…
Looks like I’ve taken one more biiiiig, slippery step down this slope into “adulthood”.
Oh, well. I plan to undo at least half of the new “responsible me” I’ve discovered next weekend as my birthday present to myself.
Life is hard.
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I just want to know if growing pains ever stop being, well, painful!
But, I will admit, sometimes, I like that I’m not one of *those* kids anymore. I appreciate the mileage behind me. Even if I wouldn’t mind letting someone else take over every once in awhile so I can nap and lounge and slurp sodas in the backseat and throw care to the wind…
Make mine a Frosty from Wendy’s.
Once you hit the big 3-0, it’s an even bigger grown up bitch. I take my multivitamin, but I made sure I found the chewy ones for big people. As to the weight training, I highly recommend it. It’ll give you some hella sexy feminine curves.
Welcome to the big kids table, love!
At least my knees won’t bang on the table anymore…
My little sister turned 21 on Monday. She’s my little sister- she shouldn’t be 21! I definitely can relate to this post.
Sept. 9th was my little sis’ birthday. Someone asked how old she was going to be. I said…
“21. Oh, wait, 22. Oh, SHIT… TWENTY THREE. Oh my god I’m old!!!”
If you act responsibly next weekend I won’t even know what to do with myself.
But lets be real, I’ll be too drunk to even know if anyone is drunk or not.
With that ice luge? GUARANTEED.
I love being a big kid:) Getting old sucks but the experience that comes with it is priceless
This is true. Sigh.
Freakin’ responsibility is HIGHLY overrated! All those people who said it was cool and grown-ups got to do all the fun stuff were effin LIARS! How could they lie like that?
Obviously, they were trying to hoard all the ice cream for themselves.
Pretty soon you’ll be getting free coffee on tuesdays!
And tell B to stop the silly retirement plan, who cares if you can’t afford that bottle of pills when you’re 90, it’s now that matters most. Worse comes to worst, you can always take the cats outside to poop and save a few bucks on kitty litter.
Oh, I already have the coffee punch card. *hangs head in shame*
I feel you, lady. I’m about to hit the big 3-0, and I had a full physical this year, with cholesterol tests (I passed) and EVERYTHING. My 401k, my mortgage, my house, my corporate job- it makes my youth and innocence hurt. Seriously. A few years ago, it all felt like playing dress up. Now, when I cut my coupons and review my budget? It’s very real.
The good news is that I’ve made a pledge to play as hard as I work, and if growing up means working harder, it also means playing harder. Bring. It. On.
Work hard, play harder has ALWAYS been my motto. Here’s to keeping it alive.
Don’t worry, I’ll stop by in a couple of weeks and remind you of what OLD really looks like.
Shush, you teeny, gorgeous little thing. If you’re what getting old looks like, I can’t wait.
I fucking HATE being an adult (sorry for swearing)
Oh, hon, you’re not new here. You know “fuck” is one of my very FAVORITE words. xoxo
I LOVE coupons! The best part of grocery shopping is the end when I look at my receipt and see how much I saved…which then allows me to justify buying a new pair of shoes I clearly can’t afford because I have bills to pay.
Mmmmmmmmmm…. SHOES.
girl, i feel ya. and i hate being a grownup. i dont like making life choices. i guess quarter life crises are pretty real. chin up! your bday is soon!
It is, it is. And it WILL be a time of happiness, no matter what!
ut oh….. the realization of growing up has occured!! It’s all down hill from now on…just sayin! lol Wait till you start having kids it gets worse!
Kids? What are these things you speak of?
Seriously, I knew I was at the point of no return when I started looking at the weekly Safeway circular online.
I sometimes hate getting older (just ask Maxie) but I do like that I accept myself more, know who I am, and have more money. I may not spend it wisely all the time, but at least I have more to piss away.
You always know just what to say, lover.
Wow, this post really hit close to home! The last few months I have really been struggling with my “shoulds.” I used to do what I wanted without really thinking about the consequences. Now the little voice in the back of my is nagging me about making the responsible choice. I’m battling right now as to whether I should go with some friends to Mexico in December… or act responsibly and save some money for my new apartment. AHHH
And see, the 22 yo in me immediately started chanting “MEXICO! MEXICO!” But the 42 yo in me was all, “I realllllly love my new apartment I just moved into… you don’t want to give that up.” DECISIONS!!!
I asked a co-worker yesterday if he knew anything about “what kids are wearing these days.” HOW OLD AM I?????
Seriously though, what’s with the hats with the price stickers? Is that hot? I think it looks ridic.
That is decidedly NOT hot.
I remember back when I was a teen, thinking I wanted to burst out into the world loud and obnoxious like, with bells and whistles. UGH! Parents tried to warn me, I didn’t listen. Now, I’m the parent, and I’m tellin these kids there are lessons to be learned, wisen up, listen, no, they think I’m full of crap.
Being a grown up sucks. And I turn 33 in a few weeks, and I can tell you it’s not getting easier.
Blahhhhhhhhhh.
I would say “wait until you’re almost 30″ but really, it’s all relative. The grown-upness of it all can suck, but I’ll tell you something: Compared to my early twenties, yes, I do have more bills, more responsibility, more worries, and more real concerns (hello, bone density). But I also have deeper relationships, more money, better parties, better vacations, and some fancy-ass electronics. Life gets harder and better all at once, and I think you’re doing a damn good job.
Awww. Thanks for this… that’s exactly what I needed to hear. *E-hug*
I’ll be 35 in December, if the good Lord let’s me live that long.
I can still remember when I thought people in their 30′s were ancient.
Now I’m there, and I’m like WTF! I still think I’m young, but just have more aches and pains.
They I see teenagers nowadays, and I realize………I’m THAT “Old dude”.
I can’t even tell teenagers apart. They could be 13, they could be 20… I have no idea.
Just wait until you start going a week without having sex and not even noticing it.
Say it ain’t so!
Hang in there, I remember when I went from being cool to being the creepy old guy at the bar. It only hurts for a little while!
Like ripping off a band-aid?
Oh, child, wait until you hit 28. It’s not pretty. At all. And you know what’s worse? I’m the adviser to a college newspaper and every year I feel just a bit more far removed from my students, many of whom are in their early ’20s. It’s downright depressing!
Oh, good point. I LOVE being the baby of my office!
Lord, I know what you mean….I’ve left bars early b/c I thought I was going to gouge my own eardrums out so I could avoid listening to the 19 and 20 year olds’ drivel and inexplicable yelling.
Exactly. Well, I leave… and go to my nice, quiet dive bar where I can hear myself think.
i like when you shake it up over here with a post like this now and then.
and oh how i can relate. julie and i just spent like a whole day talking about online coupons and savings the other day. yep, we’re not 21 anymore.
Oh, how I wish you hookers lived down here. xoxo
@Lisa
“Seriously though, what’s with the hats with the price stickers? Is that hot? I think it looks ridic”
Googke Minnie Pearl. Sigh! How old am I?
Howdyyyy!
I haven’t quite entered coupon clipping territory, but I’m an 80 year old in other ways. There’s the knitting, the crabby demeanor I take on when I’m presented with one too many bar nights, and the larger presence of fiber in my diet.
You’re right…it’s there in little and big ways
I have fiber bars IN MY DESK DRAWER.
Don’t tell anyone…
Trust me…you do fall into a pile of ashes at 42!
Not helping!
I know how you feel, LiLu. With marriage, a kitten, school, full-time work, bills, etc… it’s really hard to breathe sometimes.
This is what I’m saying. Sigh.
It always amuses me to hear someone in their 20′s or even early 30′s talk about being old. When I was your age I never really thought about it. But since my mid 30′s (and now 40 – shhhh don’t tell anyone) I have been surrounded by people much younger than me and my age is constantly on my mind… All that to say: You Are Still Young!!!!!!! Enjoy it! Don’t let the activities you view as signs of age be anything more than examples of responsible living that allow you to be irresponsible when you want with more money to do it!
That’s a great way to think about it, actually. Thanks, Mike.
Clearly you’re ahead of me on this one. Case in point: I purchased a ticket to DC for the party of the year instead of, you know, paying down a credit card or something.
But then, some things are worth it. Like cats in funny hats. Silver lining, love!
Cats ON LEASHES in funny hats. See what I do for you?
Happy Birthday. I carry vitamins in my purse so don’t feel bad. You also shouldn’t feel bad that people don’t know what hammer pants are. The sad thing about being in my 30′s is that 80′s music is on the oldies stations. YUP…Nothing like turning to Oldies 103.3 and hearing “Hungry like a Wolf”
Oh, god, I LOVE that song.
DAMMIT!! I can’t win!!!
Last week my Dr. told me I have to start taking calcium (which reminds me I need to take that this morning). I have to see a chiropractor once a week and I’m only 26! Getting older sucks!
I just realized not too long ago that my baby brother is old enough to drink and my sister is now a new teenager this year! Scary!
I’m glad I could at least remind you… we can be old with our calcium together!
Moment I realized I’m pathetic and old: there’s a bottle of mylanta in my wine rack.
I often wonder, would it be better if we could reverse age like Benjamin Button? That seems much more fun…
As long as you change my diapers.
I so agree! I feel the pressure of “it’s NEVER enough” about every 2 hours, everyday. Being in your mid-twenties something makes me want to run crying to my mommy…. well, or at least to a nice adult beverage!
How about both?
I totally have my multi-vitamins on my desk at work. They stare at me and taunt me.
AND! I bought anti-wrinkle eye cream for the first time!
*sobs*
YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE.
Nothing a few keg stands can’t cure.
You are a true optimist, my friend.
I know that I’m not old, technically. But every time I’d rather stay in and watch a movie on the weekend, or skip happy hour in favor of the gym, or see kids and think, “when I was your age…” I feel like I am.
I’ve spent whole weekends on the couch. And it is HEAVEN.
What is wrong with us?!
As long as you’re still shotgunning beer, you’re not old.
And screw the flossing but definitely transfer the credit card balance to a lower rate one and pay that sucker off. Make yourself rich, not the credit card companies. Then you can blow all that extra cash on way immature stuff.
This is true. And if my lunch date cancels on me today, I will. Just because you said so. xoxo
Life really is hard.
I’m still doing halfsies, myself, but I got told by the doc yesterday that, because of x,y, and z factors I WILL get diabetes if I don’t drop 45 pounds. Fun times. So not only do I have to diet, but it has to be low carb. So basically, this is my very self-centered way of saying, I FEEL YOUR PAIN. And I, too, hate that I worry about my long-term health.
Even the phrase “long-term” makes me shudder.
Yeah..cry me a goddamn river.
Oooooh…your balance is high on your Capital One card?
Big deal.
I just found out that apparently I’m going to perish into a pile of dust next year when I turn 42.
Thanks a lot.
I’m confused.
So everything’s pretty much normal…
I knew I was a grown up when I started reading Redbook and actually enjoyed it.
And clipped out coupons from Woman’s Daily.
I have a coupon drawer. A COUPON.DRAWER.
Shoot me now.
Redbook? You mean that thing in my gramma’s bathroom?
ZINGGGGG.
Ah, grown-up pants. Trust me, at 29, they get even more tight and unfashionable.
But there are really good things about the whole thing. I know better who I am now. I stand up for myself. I have amazing friends. My life is so much richer at 29. And I love it.
Oh god, I’m turning 30 in two months.
You mean twenty-ten, my love. Twenty-ten.
Someone definitely called me a junior cougar the other day. What the hell?!?!? The 21 year old was hitting on ME and I was blowing him off!
Dating older men keeps you being the “young hot 24 year old” and saves you from comments like, “OMG you graduated college when I graduated high school.”
you know what, BITE ME
See? This is why I’m glad B is a whole 11 months older than me.
Weird isn’t it?
I’m still reeling from the fact that I am now thought to be peri-menopausal.
That just means “extra HOT”, right?
I really hit an all time low when I started eating Activia.
Aaaaand now I will be singing that all day.
Life is hard but it sure is fun!
No one denies this.
My growing up is about to hit on Tuesday when I start my job. Eek. I think I’m going to go into shock, while will make next weekend’s festivities all the more necessary / AWESOME.
It’s true. I like the routine… most of the time. It REALLY makes you appreciate the time off.
P.S. OMFG CAN’T WAIT!!!!!!!!
Growing up kinda sucks, but there’s something nice about FINALLY getting your life organized and watching it all come together. There will always be shoulds but it’s figuring out the difference between with shoulds are REALLY urgent and which we can just let slide that’s improtant.
So true. But it doesn’t change those moments when I have to take a week off of running because my ankle is sore FROM DOING NOTHING, or find the first tiny vericose vein, or think to myself how I should really call my grandmother…
Ya, this adult thing tends to sneak up on us doesn’t it? I would like to tell you that when you hit the ripe old age of 38 (like me) that you’ll be used to it. Embrace it. Feel like an adult. Not really. You’ll still just feel like you. And sometimes that “you” is an 18 year old staring out of a face that is starting to look like your mothers face. eeek!
That’s why I do ALOT of yoga! I’m partially in denial, chasing a fountain of youth! LOL.
Awww, I love my mama’s face. But yes, yoga would be a GREAT thing. One more “should”…
i HATE aging! it’s the pits!
i’ve dealt with the anxiety when my doctor’s started in with the “you need to take more calcium because your body is about to stop producing it” blahblahblah
but the worst, THE WORST, was when my dermatologist told me “you shouldn’t be on birth control anyway, you need to hurry up and have babies, you’re not getting any younger”
MY DERMATOLOGIST! and i was in my MID 20′s at the time!
That dermatologist should be stabbed to death. Slowly, and with unsharpened pencils.
I know exactly what you mean. I went with some friends to see my favorite cover band from college this weekend. It has only been two years since I’ve seen them, but we left early and all I could think was “I am too old for this!”
At least there’s always booze to fix those nights…
I clip coupons because it’s like a game for me and gosh only knows I need some sort of incentive to go grocery shopping!
I have a retirement plan only because my work said I had to have one…
I’m glad I’m not out in the “kids” bars because there were too many people and I don’t like being touched by strangers…
I don’t like the shoulds either…but I’m sort of glad I’m getting through them. Besides its a little satisifying when I make it to the next paycheck with a little extra in my account.
Of course, I’m getting old at almost 30.
Have a great birthday! And don’t be responsible.
I absolutely promise not to be.
Wait till you hit 30.
Thankfully my boobs are not sagging. YET.
Oh, you twee little thing. You’ll be perky for decades.
Just wait until you are shaking your fists at kids for trampling your lawn, because you’re trying to get your grass to grow. Mid-fist shake, it hits you full force that THIS CANNOT BE YOU. When in the fuck did you start worrying about grass. And NOT the kind you smoke.
So to redeem myself, I try to personalize my aging. I keep a glass of wine in one hand while watering my flowerbeds and yelling at the neighborhood children. I hope it doesn’t have a weird, creepy Mrs. Robinson feel to it. Now that I mention it, teenage boys have been hanging out playing basketball in front of my house. I don’t have any teenagers. Wellllll Fuck.
That just means you still got it, lady friend. Woot!
all i’m gonna say is….
I TOTALLY FREAKING FEEL YOUR PAIN!!!!!!!!!
i have a great life.. but sometimes i wanna be 16 again.. when other ppl took care of me and business!
Well, maybe not 16. If I ever had to live with my parents again… let’s go 23. 23 was great.
I don’t feel old yet…maybe because right now I’m living the vagabond life.
I do, however, have a growing love of Oprah and Martha Stewart and coffee.
Which means I’m turning into my mom.
Awww. That’s kind of sweet instead of depressing. Well done.
I wish I was still young and irresponsible and in my 20′s….. sad face….lol!
Sad face indeed.
Multivitamin and flossing? What’s that? You are more responsible than me. I feel ya believe me. I keep hitting the snooze button on life, but its catching up with me.
Just ten more
minutesyears…Honestly, this post just made me feel better because I know I’m not the only one going through this.
I hate that I’m the oldest person in most bars nowadays. And I’m only 28! But I am closer to 30 than any of those “kids!”
When does it get better? And when will I have enough money to start saving for retirement?
If you find the answers, let me know. xo
Crap. You think you’re old? I’m THIRTY! 3-0! WTF happened to my 20′s!?!?! Although the way I act certainly cannot be called 30. More like half that.
Also, I have multivitamins on my desk at work too and feel stupid for it as well but if they aren’t there I’ll forget to take them b/c my Alzheimer’s is bad, real bad Michael Jackson. And my osteoporosis prevents me from moving around a lot so I can’t go to the gym everyday like the doctor wants me to. But it’s okay…wait…what was I talking about? My short term memory isn’t like what it used to be when I was a young’un and I can’t re-read what I wrote b/c my cataracts is acting up. Oh crap. Gotta run to the toilet my hemorrhoids are aching.
You just said “young’un”. Officially old.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
I also have my vitamins at my desk and I have not taken a single one! For now, booze is all the vitamin I need, it helps with the headaches and fatigue, seriously! *giggle*
But I feel ya, I’m going through the same thing….I just started saving money for the first time in my life! Let’s see how long I can keep it before I spend it
Did you spend it yet? Dija dija?
Some parts are ok. Like getting salads with stuff like seared ahi on top, instead of lettuce doused in ranch. That doesn’t suck. But the aching and the veins and the fact that I can’t handle being at the bar past 11:30 anymore? Sad. Even a year or 6 months ago, if someone said “Let’s just go out and get tore up!” I’d be like “YEAH WOO!” Now I’m like “But my pjs are already on and this book is really good…”
I’m just glad I have enough money to come visit people. That gets me through. We can haz brunch?
You know the way to my heart, my love.
Oh woman, I HEAR YOU. I’m on this secret job right now and I’m totally out of my comfort zone and I really just how fucking set in my ways I am at home and just how much I rely on a routine. It’s pretty eye opening.
Secret job? That sounds wayyyy cooler than mine.
I’m with you completely, though I’m fairly certain I could locate my Hammer Pants in a pinch. The other night I actually called the security patrol at my apartment building because these college students were being way too loud in front of my apartment on a Monday night and I have to work in the morning, dammit. It made me feel like The Man, and such a grown up. My peers are getting engaged, getting married, buying houses…whatever happened to just drinking our paychecks?
I’m trying to do both, right now.
It ain’t working out so well. *sound of empty pockets*
I took a look at my bank account this morning and the only thing that came to my mind was “shit. I’m an adult. money sucks”. And I hear ya on the whole going out bar thing. Omg. Part of me would die to be 21 again partying my face off, but now I’m 24 and I dont even wear super low cut shirts going out anymore. My closet is filled with Banana Republic, J Crew etc for officewear.
But I still eat spaghettios with hotdogs in them from time to time. What? Take THAT adult life! muwahaha
CHEFBOYARDEE FTW!!!!
Why don’t these kids know the awesomeness that is Hammer Pants or Parachute Pants or even UFO Pants! They really do make me feel old and I shouldnt feel that way at 24.
As a kid I used to think you shriveled up and died at 27…guess I have three years left to live it up….{with my old husband and cats}.
And I have one? You hooker!
i almost cried the other day when my girlfriend brought light to the fact that we were discussing stain fighters w/ the same fervor that we used to discuss our weekend “randoms”. yeah, the times are a changin. and dood, that was only a couple of years ago. it only gets worse from here, doesn’t it?
Red wine is a fierce opponent!!!
Sigh.
my older brother complained about being old when he turned 30 a few years ago. i laughed and reminded him he was 30 with a 1 year old. when i’m 30 (next year…crap) i’ll have a 12 year old. i’ve been “old” for a LONG time!! had the same job for 10 years already (with the retirement plan), found the club scene annoying years ago, and more often than not a good night is a (single) glass of wine at home (which i rarely finish before i fall asleep on the couch). god that’s depressing.
Is it, though? If it makes you happy…
I just started taking a multivitamin two weeks ago after being out of them for about a year. And I suddenly feel better than I have in ages! Who knew I was malnourished? You sure can’t tell by looking at me.
Someone somewhere once said “If I’d known I was going to live this long, I’d have taken better care of myself.” Some old alcholic smoker former drug addict guy, I think.
If only there was a way to know…
I counter-balance my growing up by watching cartoons excessively. No matter how old I get, that’s one thing I will not stop doing. That and masturbating.
And no matter how old any of us get, I think we’re all better off without credit cards!
I’m trying to get to that point… someday.
Goodness, I will be 44 years old on October 23rd. I will be having my daughter’s 18th birthday party for her on MY Birthday,her birthday is October 25th ( Sunday) She wants to party on Friday. See, my point, at 44 I don’t give a FUCK!!! Honestly, I joke I don’t want to turn 50 but really I wouldn’t want to be in 20′s again for anything.
I have more now!!! More money, I have raised great kids ( see I have made it to the other end) I speak my mind, I have WONDERFUL friends, you know have weeded out the BULLSHIT. And now I am moving on to my DREAM HOME AND PLACE!!! I too had a husband who prepared us for ‘retirement’ and although we can’t totally retire at 44, obviously, I am lucky he has done well enough to send me ahead to our beautiful destination and he will soon follow but he has set us up that we can afford to commute, well he will mostly commute ha! ha!. It is a nice to have a Partner that can help to forsee and lead you to your future!!!!
Enjoy all the stages of life and really the alternative of not growing old is well, you know…………
Oh, I am. Don’t mistake the pensiveness for unhappiness. xoxo
Got a bit of money? Food in your belly? A dish of change somewhere? Roof over your head? Congratulations, you’re doing better than 98% of everybody on the face of the planet. Of course, it’s in human nature to always want more and better, so I can’t fault you for that. It’s something I go through myself.
You’ve seen my latest blog. The person that’s coming to stay with me, now HER life is treating her rough. Half of her family died in a car accident that left her with a pacemaker. The other half of her family died of cancer. She had breast cancer twice – she barley survived and just came out of surgery to remove another tumor. She got married in December and her husband passed away last week. She’s your age.
I think the thing to take away from all this is life ain’t so bad if you’re a normal, everyday North American, right?
Oh, I’m so sorry, hon. These are the things we need to remind ourselves of… perspective is a great thing. My heart goes out to your friend.
Being an adult and having to be responsible blows. And what kills me is that there is always some kind of bullshit you have to deal with even if it’s not your fault or even your problem.
Amen.
This adult thing is definitely sneaking up on me. Responsibility is definitely overrated. This is why I color.
You know it’s a bad sign when you’re in a bar and the “kids” singing karaoke don’t even know the words to “Baby Got Back.” ::sigh::
I would leave that bar. INSTANTLY.
I find myself saying “time goes by so fast now that I’m older” …who the fuck says that?? Really? Being a grown up brown girl is lame. Alas that is life and no one said that this life was going to rock they just make you think it’s going to ROCK in school when they tell you, you can be a doctor or a lawyer or a pilot…fuck…there I go again….
Time DOES go by so fast. This morning I was making out my rent check and said, “It’s the 4th, right?”
She said, “No, it’s the 7th… and this is late.”
FML.
The other day the BF said casually in conversation, “but you are 32….” and I looked at him in horror. 32?!?! When the F did that happen? Do 32 year olds still giggle when they talk about their “pro bono” work? Do 32 year olds refer to private parts as the Ween and Ms. Virginia? Do 32 year olds keep their gummy vitamins on their desk at work?
Oh, they do. Okee dokee, then. I’m 32. Fuck.
pro bono. tee hee hee.
Aaaaaaand thank you for my favorite comment of the day. *snarf*
I feel you love. I just turned ‘quarter-centuryyy-18′ last Monday, and I have been sick since Friday. My aunt says it is coming-to-age-sickness…sigh. But I don’t feel I have changed from my teen-old-self, maybe I am older (I look a lot better now) and I gained weight! OMG I am OLD…YOUNG I mean.
We’d have to get to grandma stage somehow…right? RIGHT? I think I am still sick…. =_=”’
I’m actually kind of looking forward to the cute gramma stage. Only without the dying part.
I think life is hard no matter how old we get. You’re doing pretty fucking amazing. I don’t take a multivitamin and I have credit card debt cuz I like shoes…
But we are funny and cool and intelligent (and rillyrilly pretty) bad ass bitches, and I’ll tell you the same thing when we’re 40. (threw up in my mouth at the thought of being 40 ha)
Darn those multivitamins…I need to smush them in my food so I actually take them.
Old, old, old – that’s 3 words you can use to describe me. Hag and Lame-o there’s another 2 for you to call me. I have a post written on being old at heart…yeah, it’s been sitting in my drafts for 2 months…I think I can put it off for a bit more.
Sigh, remind me why little girls want to grow up again?
Happy advanced birthday baby cakes!
they don’t know what Hammer pants are?!
i should be Hammer for Halloween and every day until then just to prove a point. Hammer pants are still relevant!
Maybe you should just reject the notion of aging in general. 21 forever! Actually I think that one is already trademarked. 22 forever!
I am seriously old. I’d rather stay at home and clean my room or take a long hot bubble bath than be out drinking. My liver hates me.
i love your blog. so refreshing and honest. and YEP we sure are getting old. the days of going out every friday and saturday and get shit tanked are no longer. we are at the days of sleeping in until 8am and THAT is an accomplishment.
Wait till you hit 30 and realize you haven’t done anything worthwhile since you were 20. This is also the time your whole body will litterally shut down and thoes 5 extra lbs you used to be able to lose by just not eating a day won’t go away.
P.S. if you are a member of AAA you get 24% of perscriptions at participating pharmacies.
Sometimes it hits me when I look over at my kid and realize that somehow I’m someone’s wife and mom. Craziness.
The multivitamin ….hmmm…I still don’t take one daily and I’m 44.
If that stressed, change one thing of your life to adulthood every 6 months. This way you won’t feel as though someone took a firehouse and turned it on you.
Credit Card….multi-vitamin……just one thing at a time.
I vividly remember being a kid and wishing that I would hurry up and grow up and have a job, a car and freedom. Now that I have these things are everything that comes along with these things I just want to go back to being a kid. What was I thinking???
OH LILU, I have Peter Pan syndrome- I want to be young forever. FUCK. I’m tempting to get a puppy, but fuck, i’m way too irresponsible for that shit and I SHOULDNT BE. I’M 23 YEARS OLD. I shouldn’t be scared that I wont FEED something.
….man. I’m a child AND I’M selfish.
Thank god for Littlemsblogger, I was feeling alone here being in my mid 40′s (46 to be exact). Not sure what you all are bitchen about. Talk to me when your my age kiddos!! Memory and mammory loss, sweats, not being cool, being more responsible – kids ya know and pets.
All said very sarcatically, you have to get used to my humor!
Girl, I feel you! Since buying a house, I all of a sudden realize it’s not all fun cocktail parties and decorating! There are bills, leaky hot water heaters, yardwork (yuck!) and a perpetual cycle of housework!
Well, to make you feel better, and more like an excited kid, I’m giving you an award! Enjoy!
~ Jen
Just sending some comment lurve. Move to Florida, you’ll feel perpetually young. This is God’s waiting room.
So I’ve been a lurker on LiLu for quite some time now…but something compelled me today to actually comment. Actually, I know what made me want to comment today, the fact that I swung by Wal-Greens last night to buy some Chapstick and ended up wandering the anti-aging face cream isle and buying the $30 anti- wrinkle eye cream. I’m 25. Preventitive measures people. Preventitive measures.
I’m glad you delurked!!! *waves*
Life’s a balance. As long as you do what you WANT to then it won’t matter how old you are. The thing is, the things that you want change as you grow (in age, maturity, worldview). For instance, living in Moscow is much different than living in Santiago, because what I want out of these two situations is totally different. Maybe it’s because when I was in my early-twenties in Moscow I didn’t even know what the hell I wanted. Now? Now I know. Life’s actually more enjoyable this way because it has a definite purpose. Welcome to old age. It’s pretty f*cking awesome. Until you need a walker.
Life’s a balance. As long as you do what you WANT to then it won’t matter how old you are. The thing is, the things that you want change as you grow (in age, maturity, worldview). For instance, living in Moscow is much different than living in Santiago, because what I want out of these two situations is totally different. Maybe it’s because when I was in my early-twenties in Moscow I didn’t even know what the hell I wanted. Now in Santiago? Now I know. Life’s actually more enjoyable this way because it has a definite purpose. Welcome to old age. It’s pretty f*cking awesome. Until you need a walker.
I agree-Life is hard. That’s why you do the best you can with what you got and don’t worry about the rest.
Of course there will be the shoulda, coulda, wouldas, but those are just a waste of breath.
Your doing the best you can and that’s all anybody can every ask of you!
From someone who knows, you will go through this thought process once a year… until you are 30… and then it is all the time. Believe me. Everyday, I feel like I need to do more planning and less fun stuff, but the fun stuff keeps you young and interesting. Don’t get too old too fast… you’re still a kid!
i’m turning 29 this week. i’m pretty sure that’s when you delevop full-blown osteoperosis. i should probably schedule a hysterectomy while i’m at it.
It’s time like this I feel like a freak as those little “grown-up worries” have been on my mind for about 3 years now. I’m seriously the oldest 21 year-old ever. It’s freaky realizing you are a grown-up isn’t it?
I can’t believe how old I have gotten in the last year or so. But I kind of like it….
being a grown up is …. stupid.
i’m hitting the transitional period to where i really do have to be responsible … and i hate it more every day.
and i want chewy vitamins! that would make them better.
p.s. i can’t wait til you get to the intervention episode in season 4. it’s so good.
So funny, I had the same thoughts all day today after I ran into my boss and he starts telling some of the interns at my job about how I was “years ago when I was their age.”
Growing up sucks . . . the only thing that makes me feel better is knowing that no one can ever take my immaturity and obnoxiousness away from me.
man i couldn’t agree with you more. i feel like such a grown up these days, but then again other days i don’t feel anywhere close to that, haha.
Have I told you, “Welcome To Your Quarter Life Crisis?”
We may be big kids now but we still know how to party. If we didn’t we’d become elderly.
it is hard! I am 29 and have been married for some time, I am supposed to be thinking about babies and stuff and what has filled our conversations the past few days is when we are going to make our next vegas trip!
at least adults get to eat candy before dinner.
No one SHOULD tell you how to live or what to do… but if those thoughts are infiltrating your head, you’ll do them when the time is right for you.
I’m in my lower 30′s… I have a tough time with “shoulds”, as well… ;o)
I hate kids in the bar. I may have been a kid in a bar, but I was never as annoying or a big pain in the ass like kids today are.
This made me laugh! You are really just getting started on life. Mid-life with its crises is decades away. Just enjoy the days when you can get by without doing all those things you SHOULD do!
Urgh. yes. I am not half as grown up as you, although I’m 24 .. but I still feel your pain. I allllllways complain about growing up .. I have a terrible case of the Peter Pan syndrome. That or I don’t like to pay bills.
You are too cute. Just wait until you’re looking down the barrel of FORTY!
But seriously (and I feel like an old woman for saying this) – don’t waste a minute of your twenties feeling old. There will be plenty of time for that later when the crows feet start to emerge….
Well freaking said. I am out of multi vitamins and more importantly never take my calcium chews.
One of my best friends went to the doctor a couple of years ago and the doctor told her it might be a good idea to stop snacking… “all that snacking will catch up to you.” My friend is athletic and so fit and maybe a size four on a bad day. What is the world coming to?
I loved this post. Not that I’m old or anything (but maybe I am) , I still scold myself for not taking my vitamins and/or not taking advantage of the best credit opportunities available when I was younger. What I would say is – if you’ve got a good one, take it. I’m just short of reporting a DNA sample and my recent pap smear results to the bank that’s approving my new mortgage to move to Vegas. Holy jeebus, what other sacrifice can I offer?
im with maxie in that you aren’t allowed to be responsible next weekend.
no way no how.
also, IM old. i got you buy YEARS. i’m the one that’s under a year away from the big 3-0.
hold me.
Mr. Jackson and I boned is his basement…on the concrete. After, we looked at each other and said “We’re too old for this”. Yup, we’re getting old.
amen. from one adult to another.
25 definitely isn’t 21.
It only gets better. I promise. Even with my Mom situation, another year only gets better for you as an individual. “They” and I mean it when we say it’s only gets better as you approach and hit your 30s. Seriously.
“My doctor has started to nag me about extra calcium and weight training, because apparently I will perish into a pile of dust at 42 without said things.”
Your doctor is wrong. I made it to 42 without falling apart, sure, I worked out hard at your age (I was in the Army, had to) but totally skipped the calcium supplements. I probably have until 52 before things start falling off. But, maybe not, taking advantage of the adult benefit of hogging the ice cream, and having a good enough income now to afford quality steak and still retire, I am making up that calcium slacking. I can also add in red wine for my heart, and chocolate for my mental well-being. See, tons of benefits!
Give me $20 and a Dollar Tree and I’m in heaven….who the fuck have I become?
So, as someone is significantly older than you, I’ve got some good news for you. There is no denying the increasing burden of “shoulds.” But I can tell you that they are more than offset by the increasing sense of not giving a damn. Not worrying about saying what’s on your mind (although you already seem to not have a problem in that dept!) , understanding the difference between what really matters and what really doesn’t, and not dwelling on manufactured drama. It’s immensely liberating!
Shh… stop reminding me of crap I need to get done. Crap. Crap Crap Crap. I really just want to keep napping and drinking and not balancing my checkbook until I’m 60. Because with all the drinking and non-exercise, I’m guessing that’s about how long I’ll live.
(Adult ) Life sucks, then you die.
Miss Scorpio,
Where do you find chewy ones? I hate swallowing pills, but the only chew ones I can find are Flinstone Vitamins. If I take enough, those’ll work, right? Haha!
Mmmmmm… Flintstone’s.
this is the story of my life. i get tired of bars, i go to bed at 9:30, i hate having to pay bills and particularly when i’m cooking dinner for me and the boy i’m like…WHO AM I????
But at the same time… it’s kind of nice…
Who said that?!
Ahem. Me too…
LOVE YOU BOTH.
Haha baby got back so reminds me of FRIENDS…yeah we are getting old *sigh*
pssst, I don’t think I know the whole lyrics to that too…
I envy you…I want that too…someday
Everything is much funnier with the word Fuck in it!!
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