This year I stepped further into my thirtylicious world. Honestly, I think when you are over 30 years old, age does not matter anymore, because you will be old enough to drive, to vote, to go on wars, to drink any alcoholic libation, to watch any genre of movies, and to open an account on any socmed platforms there are out there. The next thing in life that will happen to me where age matters are menopause and retirement.
I have never imagined how life would be when I am in my thirties. Perhaps deep down inside I never really thought I would make it that far. Yet here I am, happy and healthy like a newborn baby with teeth. Scary?? Indeed...
Many asked me the cliché question of what I am going to do in my new age. The answer to that strange question is simple; I have bottomless bucket list to do. Keeping myself busy is never a problem. The problem is differentiating of what I shall do and what I shall not do.
Getting older might not getting me any wiser, but I get to know myself better. Here is what I feel and think about being in my age:
- There is not enough place on your cake to put all the candles you need. Unless your candles are in the shape of numbers or you have a monstrous size of cake. I had neither of those. I had two cakes instead. People think I was being fancy, actually I was just being old,
- I have never had a plus toy before, but recently I bought myself a huge shark plush toy from Ikea and named him Sir Daisy Snaggleteeth. I think everyone has to have a plush toy to hug at night,
- I am done trying to love wine. I have sipped, sniffed, and gargled a lot of different wine types but still have no clue how to enjoy it. The only way I can enjoy wine is when it comes in the form of sangria,
- However, I am giving cilantro another chance. I accidentally ate a bug when I was a kid and it tasted like cilantro, I was traumatized by the taste since and I can't see cilantro the same way anymore (another moral of the story: keep your mouth shut when you are biking in rural area in tropical third world country),
- I start to develop a mild allergy to pollen, as age comes along, body immune slowly goes away,
- I am having a fashion style crisis. The teens in me loves to wear bright colours and show much skin, the adult in me prefers pastel colours with decent cut kind of clothes, yet the wallet in my pocket said I should just strutting naked instead of trying to follow these two senses of fashion in me,
- Looking good naked is not as effortless as it was before. Yep there I said it,
- Finding the perfect age-defying serum becomes more and more like a perpetual quest,
- Mammogram comes before instagram for my bewbies,
- I still haven't mastered the art of walking in high-heels elegantly nor painlessly. I still collect them them and wear them tho, just not walk in them,
- My college major doesn't matter,
- I fully realize that my biological clock is ticking yet I keep pressing the snooze button nonchalantly,
- Acne is my nemesis, no doubt. My mom told me it was just a phase and I would grow out of it soon enough. Mom, if you read this, this is where you are wrong. The only thing I grew out of from my teens were my jeans and my slutty tops. My acnes are still boisterously popping every few weeks,
- I had my wisdom teeth taken out this year, which means I clinically have no wisdom left in me. This shall explain my future bad choices in life,
- I love cleanliness (but I despise the effort to make it happen),
- When I was 25 yo, all I heard from my peers were that they were getting married, or getting pregnant. Now everyone seems gotten into the next phase of live; they either get tubal ligation, a divorce, or a second car. But you know what, who cares what everyone else doing?
- Male stripper dance club is fun,
- My creative outline has descended to fingers level. Body wise is just too much. I do try to move my body more by taking a belly-dance class. I thought I would make this plump body of mine jiggles sexily, but then I see myself belly-dancing in the front of the mirror and I kid you not, a slice of bacon on a hot skillet wiggles sexier than I do (and smell better too!),
- Old age poverty become more and more a latent enemy,
- Connected to the previous point, I am still struggling to remember that shoes and dresses are not a reliable form of investment for old days. Unless I decide to be a back-alley hooker as my retirement plan,
- Am I still accepted by society to shop at Forever21?
- My teenage idols are mid-aged (or dead) by now,
- Making new friends are not as easy as it used to. You can pitch a toddler in a playground and it will end up will 5 new friends, 2 new enemies, a half crush, and an acquaintance who still pees in their pants. But pitch me in a playground (for adult), I will end up broke or drunk. Or both,
- I eat (and cook) my childhood snacks at least once a month otherwise I get grumpy and sick,
- I am still waiting to reap the benefit of all the craps I had to go through when I was in my 20s. My mom said for every hardship I had, I will eventually enjoy the sweetness of my sweats. But she didn't precise whether I will still be alive when that happens,
- I promised myself to go on a long distance travel each year. I promised to do a lot of stuff, but this particular one is the one I intend to keep. Amen,
- I am taking a driving lesson. After avoiding it for my whole life, I finally succumb to the fact that I need to drive. Why? because if one day we travel long distance by car, I want be able to take the wheel too. This way I can stop whenever I want to pee without getting called of having urinary retention of old people,
- I got my first credit card ever! I have never interested in having a CC but now for some reasons (online shoppings and airmiles thingy), I have one,
- I broke two smartphones this year (and its not even half of the year yet!!). One does not get less clumsy with age. At least not me,
- I look better and better with age. Perhaps its the clothing? perhaps its the make up? perhaps its the way I bring myself in public? Perhaps its my hallucination?
- I am forever grateful for the live I am living. Its full of fun obstacles and (mis)adventures. Filled with beautiful people and positive energies. It isn't an easy life either but no body needs to know that,
- I am not who I used to be. My live evolves in so many different ways I have never imagined and this might have changed my way of thinking, my behaviour, and even my goals in life. I met new friends and sadly I have to let go some old friends too. But this is okay, people come and go. Only those who care stay around. I used to be so sad whenever I have a fall-out with any of my friends, but now I realize that I don't need everyone to be in my life. I only needs those who care enough for me, who accept me for who I am and respect me for who I have become.
