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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2w8zPhN:albymangroves replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! <3 <3 <3
deputychairman replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
Happy birthday dude!! Enjoy being old!
sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
Happy birthday!!!!
magickedteacup replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
��✨���� happy bday!
greymichaela replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
Happy birfdaaay! <3
Thank you to all of you guys! I am enjoying being old. Someone asked how old I was at the wedding I attended on Friday night, and I’d had a couple of drinks and was like, “Uh, old?” It was one of Dude’s cousins, who hadn’t seen me since she was herself quite young, and while I wasn’t looking all these gawky teenagers became self-possessed and professional young adults, and they were all like “This is cousin dude’s girlfriend and she’s really cool!!!!” and I was like, “that is because I was twenty-six when you were twelve and I made an impression, now I am Old and you are like, a professional raver who lives in Vegas*, I don’t know why you think I’m cool,” and it was very gratifying. But the best part was the one who was like, “Whaaaat you’re not over thirty-five!” and I was like, “uh…”
(*not really but it suits the purposes of the story)
But I couldn’t remember how old I was, and somehow just never got a calculator or whatever, so when my older sister called me yesterday I was like, “you’re going to be 40 right, that means I’m 38 right,” because that’s literally how I’ve known my age my whole life. (And, for bonus, her oldest son was born the week before she turned 30, so it’s easy to know how old he is too.) (Holy shit that kid is going to be ten. That’s fucked up.)
People with small families, I don’t know how that works. I used to resent it, but I’ve spent my whole life knowing who I was partially in the context of the rest of my family, and while sometimes it has sucked and been confining, now that I’m old enough to have grown into myself (and have had some distance) it’s nice to have that context to keep a part of myself nestled into.
(It’s not like it’d be bad if I had a small family, and I’m not like, oh, how you must suffer, if you have a small family; normal’s what you’re used to. This is my normal and I’m used to it, after some kicking, and I like it, but if something else was normal, I’d be used to that. But like, if my kicking hadn’t gone well and I was estranged from them… let’s be real here I’m thinking about using this on a fictional character, and let’s be extra-real, it’s Kes, he spent his whole life a certain number of years younger than his closest cousin and when that cousin gets exploded on Alderaan he’s going to spend the entire rest of his life aware of that missing context. That’s how my brain works, take this super-nice thing in your own life and make it a super-sad thing in a fictional character’s life. Now you know, and can brace yourselves.)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! <3 <3 <3
deputychairman replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
Happy birthday dude!! Enjoy being old!
sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
Happy birthday!!!!
magickedteacup replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
��✨���� happy bday!
greymichaela replied to your photo “Birthday dinner. Yay, I’m old! (at Toutant)”
Happy birfdaaay! <3
Thank you to all of you guys! I am enjoying being old. Someone asked how old I was at the wedding I attended on Friday night, and I’d had a couple of drinks and was like, “Uh, old?” It was one of Dude’s cousins, who hadn’t seen me since she was herself quite young, and while I wasn’t looking all these gawky teenagers became self-possessed and professional young adults, and they were all like “This is cousin dude’s girlfriend and she’s really cool!!!!” and I was like, “that is because I was twenty-six when you were twelve and I made an impression, now I am Old and you are like, a professional raver who lives in Vegas*, I don’t know why you think I’m cool,” and it was very gratifying. But the best part was the one who was like, “Whaaaat you’re not over thirty-five!” and I was like, “uh…”
(*not really but it suits the purposes of the story)
But I couldn’t remember how old I was, and somehow just never got a calculator or whatever, so when my older sister called me yesterday I was like, “you’re going to be 40 right, that means I’m 38 right,” because that’s literally how I’ve known my age my whole life. (And, for bonus, her oldest son was born the week before she turned 30, so it’s easy to know how old he is too.) (Holy shit that kid is going to be ten. That’s fucked up.)
People with small families, I don’t know how that works. I used to resent it, but I’ve spent my whole life knowing who I was partially in the context of the rest of my family, and while sometimes it has sucked and been confining, now that I’m old enough to have grown into myself (and have had some distance) it’s nice to have that context to keep a part of myself nestled into.
(It’s not like it’d be bad if I had a small family, and I’m not like, oh, how you must suffer, if you have a small family; normal’s what you’re used to. This is my normal and I’m used to it, after some kicking, and I like it, but if something else was normal, I’d be used to that. But like, if my kicking hadn’t gone well and I was estranged from them… let’s be real here I’m thinking about using this on a fictional character, and let’s be extra-real, it’s Kes, he spent his whole life a certain number of years younger than his closest cousin and when that cousin gets exploded on Alderaan he’s going to spend the entire rest of his life aware of that missing context. That’s how my brain works, take this super-nice thing in your own life and make it a super-sad thing in a fictional character’s life. Now you know, and can brace yourselves.)
