princess b
12-10-05, 07:29 PM
Originally posted by Princess B on 03.29.01 (or something like that)
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I'm turning 30. There. I said it. I'm turning 30.<p>Here's what's bugging me about turning 30 - It's not bugging me.<p>I feel like I should be a bit hysterical about this, but I'm not. It's true that I may be a bit more introspective on this birthday than I usually am on birthdays, but I'm not depressed, upset, let down, filled with regret, or in any other way negatively affected by this – at least I don't think I am.<p>I have found a few gray hairs in the past few weeks. Nothing to worry about – a quick trip to the day spa and no one's the wiser. And yea, I'm getting those little laugh lines around my eyes. So what? It means I laugh, and I would rather be laughing old than be a humourless youth.<p>In spite of my level-headedness about turning 30, I must admit that I have been pondering some of life's larger mysteries.<p>I'm wondering if I'm about to shift from (as Buffy puts it) "unique" and "colorful" to entirely immature.<p>Are road trips going to suddenly become unappealing and seem like something only younger, broke college students do?<p>Am I about to go from independent single who can do whatever I want, whenever I want, to pitiable spinster who is a constant target for the "I have this friend I want you to meet – I think you'd really like him"?<p>Should I start paying more attention to saving for retirement than for my next vacation? (I'm considering China for next year or maybe Alaska)<p>Am I now shortsighted if I remain more committed to having fun than to the thought of buying a house?<p>Am I now shallow if I will always prefer buying more shoes than ever even thinking about having kids? (I love all of my shoes, and I can play favorites with them and none of them will grow up to be serial killers because they felt less loved than the others.)<p>Am I gonna feel like a pervert next time I check out some hot college guy (our office is right across from a UC campus)?<p>Is sparkly blue nail polish now inappropriate for one of my advanced years?<p>Should I stop wearing platform shoes? – I'm not gonna, but I'm just wondering if one of my age should.<p>I guess I don't really care about the answers to any of these musings. I will not let a mere number dictate my behavior (no matter how inappropriate) or my choice of shoes.<p>You know what's really weirding me out about all of this? My dad is turning 60 later this year. I think having a 60-year-old dad is going to be what makes me feel old (and the fact that he can still kick my ass at HORSE with minimal effort). And now I'm halfway there.
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I'm turning 30. There. I said it. I'm turning 30.<p>Here's what's bugging me about turning 30 - It's not bugging me.<p>I feel like I should be a bit hysterical about this, but I'm not. It's true that I may be a bit more introspective on this birthday than I usually am on birthdays, but I'm not depressed, upset, let down, filled with regret, or in any other way negatively affected by this – at least I don't think I am.<p>I have found a few gray hairs in the past few weeks. Nothing to worry about – a quick trip to the day spa and no one's the wiser. And yea, I'm getting those little laugh lines around my eyes. So what? It means I laugh, and I would rather be laughing old than be a humourless youth.<p>In spite of my level-headedness about turning 30, I must admit that I have been pondering some of life's larger mysteries.<p>I'm wondering if I'm about to shift from (as Buffy puts it) "unique" and "colorful" to entirely immature.<p>Are road trips going to suddenly become unappealing and seem like something only younger, broke college students do?<p>Am I about to go from independent single who can do whatever I want, whenever I want, to pitiable spinster who is a constant target for the "I have this friend I want you to meet – I think you'd really like him"?<p>Should I start paying more attention to saving for retirement than for my next vacation? (I'm considering China for next year or maybe Alaska)<p>Am I now shortsighted if I remain more committed to having fun than to the thought of buying a house?<p>Am I now shallow if I will always prefer buying more shoes than ever even thinking about having kids? (I love all of my shoes, and I can play favorites with them and none of them will grow up to be serial killers because they felt less loved than the others.)<p>Am I gonna feel like a pervert next time I check out some hot college guy (our office is right across from a UC campus)?<p>Is sparkly blue nail polish now inappropriate for one of my advanced years?<p>Should I stop wearing platform shoes? – I'm not gonna, but I'm just wondering if one of my age should.<p>I guess I don't really care about the answers to any of these musings. I will not let a mere number dictate my behavior (no matter how inappropriate) or my choice of shoes.<p>You know what's really weirding me out about all of this? My dad is turning 60 later this year. I think having a 60-year-old dad is going to be what makes me feel old (and the fact that he can still kick my ass at HORSE with minimal effort). And now I'm halfway there.