Posts Tagged ‘old’

I know that a lot of people hate reading posts from someone in their twenties about how old they feel. Yeah, I know. It gets a little obnoxious.

When I think about it, being in my exact mid-twenties isn’t old at all. In fact, it’s definitely not as old as it sometimes seems in my head. I can still go out to bars two nights in a row without any raised eyebrows (three is pushing it for me, I admit) and I believe that my college-esqe ways of eating poorly (ramen noodles or spaghettios, anyone?) is acceptable. Heck, I can even put on heels, dress up and go to a club and not grouse about it TOO much…even though I do grouse about it. I can even somewhat run half-marathons!

But despite all the things I tell myself about my prime years in my twenties, I can’t help but feel a little decrepit when I look at the television during the Olympics, comment off-hand that some guy is good looking ….

and then realize he is nineteen years old. Oy. Nineteen. Nineteen was when I was still a sophomore in college, barely figuring out what I wanted to do as a major. I didn’t have a job, I didn’t have anything in the bank, and … I WAS STILL A TEENAGER.

Sigh. Add “warning signs of pre-cougardom” to the list of “things that make me feel old” along with “people my age getting married and having babies.”

Oh, and on a side note - I wonder if I’ll be able to handle eating poorly like tuna fish sandwiches for dinner twenty years into the future. Is it an age thing, or am I just really good at being cheap? Sometimes I wonder.