Sideshow Bob
I slept most of the day away. Got up, looked in the mirror and my dreads were sticking up everywhere. I looked like Sideshow Bob. I just tied them up in a scarf and went about my day.
My old bones seem creakier than usual. Might be the weather. This year will my first anniversary of turning 29. That's a fancy way of saying I'll be thirty. I haven't decided how I want to spend it yet. Honestly, getting older doesn't bother me much. People always tell me you're only as old as you feel, and if that's true, some days I'm 104.
However, lately I feel like age isn't something that applies to me. I've always said jokingly that my inner child was a thirteen year old boy. I'd rather play video games than go shopping, I'd take pizza over five star anyday, and cartoon and horror movies take precedent over romantic comedies. Wow. Come to think of it, it's pretty bad. There are many action figures in my closet as there are pairs of shoes.
Don't get me wrong. I still have an insatiable appetite for lipstick and sparkly things. I just usually prefer to play with the boys. It's actually the strangest thing about turning thirty. The gap between the sexes grows larger with each passing year, and that gap is getting harder to straddle. Most women of my age have settled down into their career or their families, and even though I sometimes feel a bit jealous, that just isn't the path my life has taken. I adore children, but couldn't imagine actually having them, at least not right now. I've finally perfected the balance between sane and crazy for the first time in my life, and I wouldn't want to do anything to upset that balance. And I've never been a nine-to-five kinda girl. Having a low tolerance for bullshit and a huge issue with authority, the rat race has never exactly welcomed me with open arms. But that's okay. I was blessed with wicked ingenuity and a do-it-yourself mentality that hasn't failed me yet.
So what does turning thirty actually mean? Nothing really. Survived another year. An excuse to have a party and demand expensive gifts. So why am I even thinking about it? Who knows. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the first thing I identified with this morning was a cartoon character.
My old bones seem creakier than usual. Might be the weather. This year will my first anniversary of turning 29. That's a fancy way of saying I'll be thirty. I haven't decided how I want to spend it yet. Honestly, getting older doesn't bother me much. People always tell me you're only as old as you feel, and if that's true, some days I'm 104.
However, lately I feel like age isn't something that applies to me. I've always said jokingly that my inner child was a thirteen year old boy. I'd rather play video games than go shopping, I'd take pizza over five star anyday, and cartoon and horror movies take precedent over romantic comedies. Wow. Come to think of it, it's pretty bad. There are many action figures in my closet as there are pairs of shoes.
Don't get me wrong. I still have an insatiable appetite for lipstick and sparkly things. I just usually prefer to play with the boys. It's actually the strangest thing about turning thirty. The gap between the sexes grows larger with each passing year, and that gap is getting harder to straddle. Most women of my age have settled down into their career or their families, and even though I sometimes feel a bit jealous, that just isn't the path my life has taken. I adore children, but couldn't imagine actually having them, at least not right now. I've finally perfected the balance between sane and crazy for the first time in my life, and I wouldn't want to do anything to upset that balance. And I've never been a nine-to-five kinda girl. Having a low tolerance for bullshit and a huge issue with authority, the rat race has never exactly welcomed me with open arms. But that's okay. I was blessed with wicked ingenuity and a do-it-yourself mentality that hasn't failed me yet.
So what does turning thirty actually mean? Nothing really. Survived another year. An excuse to have a party and demand expensive gifts. So why am I even thinking about it? Who knows. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the first thing I identified with this morning was a cartoon character.
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