Im I getting old?
Ok, I had a scary experience yesterday. I realised that I have a good job, a nice home (after the renovation anyway) and a frickin Blackberry! Im getting old! That hit me when I was taking a shower in my newly renovated bathroom and all I could think of was how to decorate it. Like “Oh, we could have a nice little chest of drawers there, maybe maple…no, white, antique finish would look better with the rest of the room!” I mean how horrible is that! Well that type of chest of drawers would look good in my bathroom, Im just saying that I actually think of that stuff now. And I KNOW Im not old in age and probably should be out drinking my head of three times a week, but nowdays once a week or none is enough for me. I dont know about this…it feels weird. Like I should be living on the edge, being poor and go to weird parties in the suburbs. Have I lost it? The feeling of “If I go out in Fullham tonight the possibility of me waking up in my own bed is as big as me waking up in Glasgow.”
Come to think about it, some of my friends are getting where I am as well. Or they where already there before me. And on the other hand Ive got friends that do whatever whenever. I think aspecially on my friend BB. BB is fucking crazy and she’s even older than me. Sometimes I wish so hard that I was like her and sometimes I have to admit that staying home a whole weekend to eat ice cream with the boyfriend is very comfortable. And nice. And something I actually like. A lot.
So there we have it. Im getting boring. And it scares the shit out of me. But then again, I did punch a guy in the face last saturday, so you never know when the old me is getting out!
xx
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