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..

*grumble*

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!

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About lifeinthefarcelane

Giving life the shake down it so richly deserves.

Posted on February 18, 2012, in Hope, Humour, Life, Love and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.

  1. I’m in the same boat. I refuse to grow up entirely because it seems that it would sacrifice my sense of fun. As long as I’m enjoying my life and I still act professionally at work, I really don’t care how I’m supposed to act at my age. It’s the fun that matters.

    • Agree, fun is what matters. I know there’s all sorts of trite comments about the moments that matter etc but it’s true .. I kinda figure I take life and various matters seriously but not myself .. is that so wrong?

  2. Good on you!
    I couldn’t agree more. Last night, my wife kept making zombie noises and waving her hands at me. I had to run away to not get bitten.
    Until I found a spoon and was able to drive her off! Bwahaha!!!
    And yes, the spoon is on my nightstand. Just in case.

    Oh, we’re both over forty. (I’m too tired to find my drivers license and figure out how old exactly. Old enough to drink, so my age isn’t that important to me anymore…)

  3. *squinty pissed eyes*

    Okay Farcelane. Touche.

    But my quilted one will be far superior to your knitted one, which will stretch and not absorb all the urine and drool.

  4. I’m 38 going on 17. Seriously. But I guess it’s different for guys than it is for you ladies.

    I know some women in their 40’s that I would happily make on their stomachs. Don’t know much about you, but should assume you’re a very attractive lass. No?

    • what does my looks have to do with whether I should get old fast or no? (Genuine Q for all it sounds pissy as fuck lol) As to my looks. Small children only cry around me if I want them to. Men,not s’much.But it’s all relative, ask some they’ll say .. actually, none will tell you I’m the anti chr… cos I’m just a wuss / not awful to them for all I may end it with them lol

  5. Pain is just an opinion, and age is just a number.

    Oh, in my humble opinion, “cougars” rock.

  6. Yep there are plenty of sayings out there like “age is just a number” or “your only as old as you feel/act” but when it comes down to it, I think it all depends on what type of person you are. If your a fun lovin’ out going person then you always will be no matter what age. If your a boring bastard then you will end up an even more boring bastard when your older, shaking your head at the fun loving people secretly wishing you were them! I am most certainly the fun loving person and will continue to be through my life! One of my auntys is about 75 recently lost her husband and has since joined a group called the red hat ladys, where they meet up every week and do crazy stuff! Last time I spoke to her, her and all the red hatters had just quad biked through her town! So you are never to old to have fun and act childish, and don’t let anyone tell you different! *blows a raspberry and runs away*

  7. I had an epiphany in my late 40s that whatever age I was would be a great example of what that age could be to the rest of the world. It was totally up to me to create that. So I can tell you that all the years that have followed have been exactly that: sexy, fabulous, hot, wacky, outrageous, wise, whatever. Listen, I can out-silly the best of them. Life has never been more fun. It’s not about what the world “expects.” It’s only about what you create.

  8. At my 30th birthday party, we had a Spongebob Squarepants pinata and pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey– so I totally, totally understand your 30th birthday water park adventure. : )

    I’ve started to wonder if it’s not us, meaning people in general, but print and television media that impose these weird brackets based on age as some sort of short-hand for human experience?

    Either way, your attitude about the whole confusing age thing thrills me. And the fact that you write about it so openly, with such flair, delights me to no end!

  9. I’m turning 47 and only getting better! I would say the same for you I’m sure! Life is great! And I’m gonna kick ass tomorrow against my husband, show him that I can run like a cougar! 🙂

  10. Happy 30th birthday, Fred!

    When I was in my late 60s, I could cut a rug with the best of ’em. Now, in my 80s, I have not slowed down one iota. Wait – what’s an iota? Iota look that word up.

  11. It’s actually very simple. When you hit a certain age (totally up to each individual’s choice) each birthday you start counting backwards!

  12. Just ignore the numbers. Have fun.

  13. After being told countless times by my ex husband that because we were parents we could no longer go out and have fun, I divorced him. There is no excuse good enough to say that you aren’t allowed to do things that make you happy….no matter your age or status.

    Love your work 😉

  14. I was wondering if you might help me out…El Guapo and Edward Hotspur gave me quite a bad time the other day, and I thought it might be fun if some of us bloggers who frequently see their sites would mention “conspiracy” or some form of the word in any comment we make on their blog tomorrow. The idea is to get them thinking that it is weird that so many people are talking about conspiracies…but we should still be subtle enough that they won’t figure out there really is a conspiracy to quickly.

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