I slept in a whole hour and then crawled out of bed into a bright, cool, beautiful autumn day. My hair was tousled and I had a pimple beside my nose, but guess what...
I gave less than two shits.
Today was my day off (!!!) and I had no reason to look good for anyone. No school. No work. No grocery shopping. No laundry. AND (!!!) the dishes were done. *HUGE SMILE*
I studied some school stuff lazily while watching a bit of TV and drinking my coffee. Mr. Darcy
(as shown below)
Chris (^^^the guy up there^^^) came home early came home from work and we went to the theatre (insert British accent) and saw The Last Witch Hunter which was a pretty decent Vin Diesel movie. We came home and I made some dinner. I sat back down to my notes and bad TV and Chris got on WoW.
Seriously, a lovely day!
Well, then Chris went to bed. I was starting to get frustrated with some awful astronomy notes. So I went to Wal-Mart. I was wearing these exact same sweatpants, but I think I wore them better.
I grabbed my usual sugar-free chocolates and wandered the store while eating them.
I paid for my empty package.
Then I went to get some tea.
This is a picture of DAVIDsTEA...with a really awkward David.
I grabbed a mint tea because I just scarfed down an entire package of sugar free chocolates. In case you have never had sugar free chocolate, there is a disclaimer on the bag saying it can have laxative-like effects.
Anyhoo...
wandering the mall with my mint tea and a package of salad for later, I decided to take a quick trip into Urban Outfitters*. Today was its grand opening and since the mall was closing in 15 minutes I figured I could wander a few minutes and not have to deal with a swarm of people. Whilst wandering, I came across a few things:
-cassette player (remind me to tell you a story about that later)
-flasks disguised as tampons
-those ugly socks from when I was little that went up to your knee and had those awful red and/or blue stripes
-a Christmas sweater with the words "Merry Christmas You Filthy Animal" (you may remember this as one of the Home Alone scenes)
A guy who was no older than 20 picked up the sweater and laughed. He discussed buying it with a young lady who I can only assume was his girlfriend. Judging from that discussion, neither of them had a clue about the origin of this phrase.
This was the beginning...
I suddenly felt old. This is not the first time I have felt old, and probably not the last. The difference this time is I suddenly started giggling and I couldn't stop. I was overwhelmed. It was like that feeling you get as a child when you have just discovered a secret and you feel so excited because you know something no one else does. Simultaneously, however, I felt a weight. I felt a heavy discomfort that I could only describe as an intense feeling of nostalgia for something that I couldn't quite grasp.
I left the store and thought...
Wait! What day is it!?
I picked up my phone and looked at the date.
October 29.
Precisely one month before my birthday. My thirtieth birthday.
I grabbed my chocolate and I blew that popsicle stand.
Arriving home I still had this feeling and couldn't get rid of that ridiculous grin.
Here's the point I'm trying to make:
Thirty is a big deal. People keep telling me it isn't, but it is. Thirty is the age when you finally feel a detachment from your childhood. Now, this isn't necessarily a bad thing and I can't say I'm sad about it, but it is a big deal. I feel utterly cut-off from this current generation of hipsters and LGBTQ* activists. I feel kind of irrelevant.
But...
The amazing thing about realizing your irrelevance is that you finally feel free from all of those AWFUL cultural/societal constraints. I didn't care that I was at the mall in sweatpants and I didn't care that I had a pimple the size of Belarus on my face. I didn't care that I don't have a pair D & G glasses.
So, here I am...
High as a kite and praising myself for the foresight to buy that salad and chocolate.
High as a kite and pondering my new-found freedom.
High as a kite and apparently starting a blog...
