You can live a million years and at the end of it all, look back and judge just what it was you engaged in.. Invest in shoes that demonstrate how you are an adult now and care about fashion as well as your feet. Why is it that when 30's are around the corner you can look in your closet and find jeans that have holes in inappropriate places? Get rid of them. At this point you should have years of experience dealing with your emotions and bullshit under your belt. No longer can the angst card be used to defend your actions, time to take responsibility. As well no one wants to hear about meaningless drama, i. g., anything that has nothing to do with bills, death, and illness is not as big of a deal as you think. That metabolism is not what it use to be time to think about what you put in your body. Suddenly you want nice things and feel the need to keep them in good condition. Grownups dont have issues with their parents. You start to realize what it must have been like to raise a monster such as yourself, (I was horrible) and you find a middle ground to get along. Refuse to engage in texting important messages. This is a horrible laxidasical way to not step up and take the extra time to say what you have to say face to face, like an adult! No longer partaking in dating games or not feeling comfortable asking for what your needs are. If you dont treat people like adults then they just might not act like one. Not falling for the cool pair of jeans, hip t-shirt, beard, tattoos, or grownup man boots. These are nothing more than things that anyone can have and wear. There’s no checklist that makes a successful woman. Right? No one is better than anyone else but in the realm of adulthood it is important to embrace who you are. At some point the coin was flipped and that strong need to go out and get into the mix of things is gone. Feeling content to stay home and entertain yourself seems to be a definite sign of womanhood. Not to mention being able to really pick who you spend your time with and enjoy their company. This is not to say that you no longer go out at all but more that you know when its time to put on your best gear and show face.
Do you remember when you where in grade school and how everyone for the most part got along? You didnt care about who was dating who and what so-and-so said. Then the time came for you to go to junior high. That was when the whole mess started. Suddenly it was important to be cool. Waking up early every morning to make sure your outfit and your attitude was just right. This is were the fun stops and the everyday constant concern of what other people are doing, wearing, saying, listening to, reading, and thinking begins. You never understood why your parents didnt care about being cool. The years go by and for some reason you seem to get use to it. All of this crap no longer becomes an issue but second nature. Some find their place in the social ladder sooner than others, that's a given. Yet in living in this world you hit a point and suddenly it all makes sense. When you feel good about who you are, simultaneously as if though it was a miracle you understand your parents so much more.
I'm not cool. I was never cool and at this point in my life it seems to be the best realization that I have already known.
I miss the days of the pager. Give me back my light green beeper that I had in high school. Where the worse that happened was the abuse of putting 911 in their page just so you call back. Having a landline phone with an answering machine. Letting it ring and ring, well you act like you weren't home. Today I have a little black phone that is always by my side and I check Facebook at least once a day. Its becoming harder and harder to fall off the face of the planet yet easier to think of reasons to. I dont need to know every little detail about everyone's life and yet I still read those post. Facebook seems to feed this whole new kind of narcissism. Whatever it takes to be part of the social hierarchy of today in regards of modern technology I'm sure I don't have it and am not fully on board. Clearly I do participate but know that I'm not doing it right. I am soon to be a person who has given up.
