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I am so sleepy as to be nearly incoherent, so do forgive me in advance for anything I say that makes either no sense, or sense contrary to that which would be actually reasonable. I am very tired.
I am feeling a bit old. My birthday was yesterday, and I am 28 now, and that seems old. I say "old" not in a perjorative sense at all-- I don't fear aging, and know it's ridiculous to consider 28 "old" on any kind of human scale. But I mean, I am "old" in that I am now no longer Too Young To Worry About [Whatever].
I am no longer Just Post-College.
I am no longer Still Figuring Stuff Out, Very Young Person.
I am no longer Too Young To [whatever].
Andreas and I (he visited this weekend, btw, which is where I was) were sitting around talking about life. He was born eight days before me, and so he has also just turned 28. He is sort-of-seeing a woman who has a 10-year-old. This blew his mind when he found out-- but she's 30, which is not so much older than he is, and 20 is not so insanely young to have a child, and... whoa. We are now officially old enough to have stepchildren old enough to... yeah, just old enough to be old. Like, old. Ten is big.
Weird.
I was just getting over the idea of my contemporaries having babies. My best friend from elementary school has a 2-month old. *boom* goes my head.
But wait.
I was born when my mother was 28.
When my mother was my age she had two kids.
( omg new life stage approaching )
Anyhow, my life is weird and I dunno what's going on. So.
This past weekend I went to Toronto, which was awesome, and I would discuss that at greater length if I weren't quite so incoherent.
But oh! One more thing.
I joined Facebook. Mostly because Andreas, every time he got online, had some more Facebook things to check. And he pointed out all these people I knew, way back when, who are on there. Who, incidentally, are grown up now, and leading fascinating lives, and being extremely interesting. So I joined to find them again, and have been exclaiming in wonder at all these people looming up out of the mists of history, who I had enshrined in memory as forever 16 or 17, a decade ago, and who are now leading lives of astonishing variety and interestingness and, generally, doing crazy weird awesome things.
Also I now have a Catbook profile for Chita Rivera, and she has friended Ursula's cats Charles and Sebastian. OMG how funny.
(And there, there is the Internet for you. Long-lost friends, and picture of cats. How else should it be?)
I am feeling a bit old. My birthday was yesterday, and I am 28 now, and that seems old. I say "old" not in a perjorative sense at all-- I don't fear aging, and know it's ridiculous to consider 28 "old" on any kind of human scale. But I mean, I am "old" in that I am now no longer Too Young To Worry About [Whatever].
I am no longer Just Post-College.
I am no longer Still Figuring Stuff Out, Very Young Person.
I am no longer Too Young To [whatever].
Andreas and I (he visited this weekend, btw, which is where I was) were sitting around talking about life. He was born eight days before me, and so he has also just turned 28. He is sort-of-seeing a woman who has a 10-year-old. This blew his mind when he found out-- but she's 30, which is not so much older than he is, and 20 is not so insanely young to have a child, and... whoa. We are now officially old enough to have stepchildren old enough to... yeah, just old enough to be old. Like, old. Ten is big.
Weird.
I was just getting over the idea of my contemporaries having babies. My best friend from elementary school has a 2-month old. *boom* goes my head.
But wait.
I was born when my mother was 28.
When my mother was my age she had two kids.
( omg new life stage approaching )
Anyhow, my life is weird and I dunno what's going on. So.
This past weekend I went to Toronto, which was awesome, and I would discuss that at greater length if I weren't quite so incoherent.
But oh! One more thing.
I joined Facebook. Mostly because Andreas, every time he got online, had some more Facebook things to check. And he pointed out all these people I knew, way back when, who are on there. Who, incidentally, are grown up now, and leading fascinating lives, and being extremely interesting. So I joined to find them again, and have been exclaiming in wonder at all these people looming up out of the mists of history, who I had enshrined in memory as forever 16 or 17, a decade ago, and who are now leading lives of astonishing variety and interestingness and, generally, doing crazy weird awesome things.
Also I now have a Catbook profile for Chita Rivera, and she has friended Ursula's cats Charles and Sebastian. OMG how funny.
(And there, there is the Internet for you. Long-lost friends, and picture of cats. How else should it be?)
