Do you enjoy growing old or do you fight against it?
Does anybody actually enjoy the ageing process? At all? I’ve heard from a lot of people that are in their 50’s or 60’s, saying that they’re feeling as though they’re in the prime of their lives, but not once do you ever hear somebody say, ‘Oh my word, I cannot wait until I reach my 60’s because life will just be totes amazeballs’.
I’ve always struggled with ageing. In my head I’m still 24, and I constantly wish I was able to go back in time and still be that 24yr old that I once was. I’m always hopeful that somebody will create a time machine that will allow you to go backwards in time and have a do-over; or at least create some kind of miracle cream that will allow you to always have the appearance of a person in their twenties… although once you hit your mid-thirties and everything starts heading south, you’ll want to start smothering this cream all over your body.
Nobody would want to see somebody with the face of a 20yr old… but the body of a 65yr old. No thanks. Not me.
I don’t even like celebrating birthdays. In saying that, I recently celebrated a birthday. It was semi-ruined a week before when I found out that a certain person was invited, unbeknownst to me. For argument’s sake, let’s just refer to this person as ‘Nemesis’. Now, surely I’m not the only person who would believe it was appropriate to invite Nemesis to my party, because, y’know, #Logic. Regardless, word soon spread that he was invited, and actually planning on attending. Despite making it quite clear that we were not friends, this person was not welcome, and that I wanted them uninvited, nothing was done about it and they turned up anyway.
This person was just incredibly awkward, having inappropriate conversations and making inappropriate comments to my friends. However, I didn’t find out about this until after they had left. Ugh.
Handy hint: if you’re planning a birthday for somebody, maybe don’t invite their Nemesis. #Logic.
…and people wonder why I don’t enjoy celebrating birthdays.