I've been thinking a lot about getting old recently. Well, ever since my twenty-ninth birthday really. The world sort of prepares you to notice yourself getting physically older - expecting wrinkles and white hairs and the like (oh, yes, and ya boo sucks to all that, cause Asda lady asked me for I.D. last week!), but I feel less prepared for getting older mentally. Specifically, I felt unprepared to be standing in the Head of Steam, watching a band singing some angry songs variously about Condoleeza Rice and, erm, moneymen, and thinking, 'Hmm, bit political...'
'Hmm, bit political...' is a long way from how I would have reacted to that ten years ago. Not only would I have thought 'yeah, right on!' I would have felt really moved, rather than slightly embarrassed.
It makes me feel a little bit sad to feel so far away from my teenage self. The junior Helen would have been furious to see me scrunching my nose up at the smell of patchouli oil and my eyes rolling a little at the political sentiment.
Fetch us another cup of tea while I worry about getting old.
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Unfortunately, I have felt like this since the age of 17 or thereabouts.
Paul
Don't worry Parker, I'm loving being 30. It'll suit you.
I'm 26 in a week. That's enough for me. Kurt and Janis popped it round about now cos they knew 30 was looming, that's what I reckon. Not that i'm condoning you topping yourself Parker, that would be well gay.
he he.
Paul: You've reminded me of Nicholas Hawkes, a Smiths fan from school who, on seeing a graffito saying 'Life is shit' commented 'I've know that since I was ten'. It is unfortunate though. Gone are the days of un-self-consciously punching the air.
Ross: I am actually looking forward to it. I am spending my thirtieth birthday at the wedding of two complete strangers. I am toying with the idea of being the naughty unknown. (Although in reality I will probably let myself down and get caught up being lovely to all the grannies.)
Kels: Suicide is apparently quite painful so I shan't be bothering. If I misbehave at the wedding, pretend you don't know me.
re: my previous comment, the ones getting married are strangers only to me - I imagine they know each other quite well!
Oh we'll probably end up being the two pissed northern girls in the corner or something. I'll pretend to not know you, if you pretend to not know me. Will you hold my hair if I puke? Rich doesn't do sick.
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