'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
To clarify, I don't think 38 is old, per se, and I have no doubt I'll be fine once I go through the gradual increments of getting there year by year. The mental jump of adding 5 years all at once is the weird part.
Also, in my mind I am still 28 and expect to be for a while. I think it is my One True Age.
What's fun about being in school is that I can guarantee my life will be drastically different five years from now. However, I'm hoping it's also drastically different from five years ago.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
I'm with Calli. I'm 38 and it's been a pretty great year thus far.
you feel guilt for not having stuff you don't even want and you won't get into therapy?
mmm ok.
I am no age. It doesn't matter. Somehow I separate it from all the time the psycho part of my head thinks I've wasted.
I find my feeling about my age differs with where I am in my life. The last couple of years have been difficult in several ways, and I had times where I felt old. This year is off to a much better start and the process of turning 50 no longer feels bad or final and I feel younger. So go figure.
OK, fly-by-ing here to share a strip from Questionable Content (OMG so horribly addictive) because of the Buffistas-ness of it all: [link] Although it strikes me as too on-the-money not to have been linked to from here in the past.
It's like the pictorial representation of the genesis of AIFG!
I'm older than flea? Huh.
I've been feeling 30 since I was about 25. I keep having to remind myself that I've got a few years to go because I don't feel like I'm still in my twenties.
you feel guilt for not having stuff you don't even want and you won't get into therapy?
It's like being lightly OCD--it doesn't break me in any way. And it's not guilt. It's...hmm, where are my words? It's a conflict between the driven part of me, which has no traction or resources, and the laid back, let's-see-what-unfolds part of me.
Suppose I did fix that and was therefore perfect. It wouldn't be polite. I keep a flaw or three around to help other people be more comfortable around me.