I never thought that I would get older. In my mind, where I think the rest of the world lives, I believed I would be perpetually young. But as sand through an hourglass, so are the days until I turn that dreaded 25.
Older people fiendishly say, “You’re so young!” Younger people casually acknowledge, “You’re not that old!” And I cry, “In three months, I’ll be 25…”
A woman’s entire mode of thinking shifts as she approaches this milestone. Not to mention a visceral biological clock starts incessantly ticking, and every day is a day less than the ones you have until you absolutely must be married.
When did I buy into this societal flubberbub? I’m not quite sure. I’m telling you, there must be a neurochemical that neurologists are secretly investigating, and pending their through knowledge of one of nature’s most powerful inducers, the world will be left in the dark to wonder why women go a little loopy before turning a quarter century.
These are my days now.
7 a.m.: I have to work out several times a week so I don’t lose my shape.
8 a.m.: Eat right!
8:30 a.m. : Don’t forget your vitamins!
9 a.m.: Dress appropriately because you need to find a steady and suiting special someone to end your days with.
11: 00 p.m. Remember to use your nightly mask so you don’t get wrinkles.
Nightly prayer Time: No pressure though.
Suddenly, I’m obsessed with antioxidants. Kids are starting to be cute. I have yearnings to conceive, birth, and feed, a child from my own body. My Edward Hyde is exclaiming, “I don’t even know you anymore!”
I have an urge to save money. I’ve established monetary goals to reach so that I can put a down payment on the house I’ll buy sometime around 30-years old….when I’ll have an entirely different crisis altogether.
Before now, I used to think that I could do everything on my own. I finally concede that it would be nice to have someone to walk the uncertain road of life with.
Friendships mean less to me now. I used to idealize friends and the seesaw of my relational hierarchy is finally starting to balance itself out. Apologies to the casualties that I left in my wake of getting this pecking order just right. I hope you guys will forgive me.
Which brings me to another point, I care about reconciliation more. I invest in people. Life is no longer just about me.
And to think, I’m still three whole months away from that round number, perfectly divisible by five.
I still haven’t had a real relationship, and no hotties are in the queue. Looks like my grandfather’s name will die out after me on this side of the family tree. I did my best, Grandpa Joe.
I’ve gotta go and figure out what I want to be when I grow up so the thoughts need to stop harassing me now. I’ve got a family to feed someday.
What are your thoughts on getting older?