I don’t WANT to grow up!
My 30th birthday was spent at a local water (theme) park with a small group of friends.. we packed a picnic lunch incl. gallons of bubbles and rode the water slides, dive bombed into the pools, swam, laughed (probably terrorised a large number of small children) and generally forgot to act our age.
Unbeknownst to me, another group of friends and my parents / family were busy organising a big party so this was just a way of keeping me out of the way til the party .. Is it so bad to admit that I preferred my day on the water more than I did the party, the speeches .. and having to wear a bra on my horribly fried shoulders? 😉
Some years on and I’m unsure if I should be offended by the number of times I am asked my age. I realise it’s probably because I do not often ACT my age, therefore people genuinely are unsure. It wasn’t until I was 40 that I decided to just take pride in this, as opposed to worrying about it or thinking maybe I should change.
You see the problem is that so many old people / growns up are dull, old and well, old..!
I realise we all have to age but who sez we have to grow old in the normal sense of the word?!
I am fortunate to enjoy a reasonably large and varied circle of friends. People who range in age from early 20’s to 60’s which works well .. So I can always find a group to go do something with, whether it’s a stupid idea like bungy jumping off a bridge, dining out some place nice, attending a concert or going on a holiday somewhere fun.
As well, we’ve already established via previous posts that I’m a cougar. I loathe that term passionately, by the way. It’s MY experience that the “boys” chase us older women – therefore surely I’m just an old .. woman with .. a younger .. man. Hmm, okay.. cougar’s doing it for me now..
All jesting aside, I really do not have any desire to grow up! Sure, I can act my age fine .. after all – I hold down a job with reasonable success .. but the whole notion of acting my age alllll the time really just doesn’t do it for me.
And anyway: WHO determines what a woman of 43 is supposed to act like?
If I have to give growing older a positive spin I’d say that at 43 I have the wisdom, money and maturity to handle most situations better than I did at age 23. It’s an evolution, I guess..
For example: at age 33 I was wise enough to know that I was too old to be stumbling around the city in a drunken haze like I may have done (only occasionally, mind!) when aged 23 .. Now my friends and I have parties at private venues so no one can see us failing to act our age 😉
Hmm.. not sure quite why this topic came to mind today, perhaps it’s because I heard about the woman in New York who died out and about at age 95! I found that story quite inspiring .. Sure as hell beats sitting in a retirement home with a knitted
woobie blanket on your frail knees, waiting to die .. and worse: surrounded by people doing exactly the same!
Or maybe it’s just cos I’m hungover and very much feeling my age? 😉
Must be time to go get a drink and perk up before the big party tonight huh!
Posted on February 18, 2012, in Hope, Humour, Life, Love and tagged Aging, Blogs, Dating, Death, Growing Old, Hope, Humor, Inspiration, Life, Lifestyle, Love, Marriage, Musings, personal, Quotes, Random, Rants, Relationships. Friendship, Self Help. Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.