Now that we are back up and running in this office, and I had a week to get back into a habit of fully reading emails/ newspapers/ novels/ textbooks rather than skimming all it, well, seems I have bugger all time to even sit enjoying a cup of coffee, let alone practice my hobbies… So let me try to keep this short… (Ha)
With a certain amount of horror I have recently made a recurrent realisation (recite that repeatedly when boozed!). That, well, young kids are getting older.
I 1st realised this when my baby brother was initiated into the siblings’ tequila rituals at the holiday town local pub. Then again when I didn’t need to sweet talk bouncers and…um…lean forward to a convenient 45% angle and smile at them to get him into clubs. Cause he was now of legal age.
Even as I have watched friends flash off diamond rings or bulging bellies, I have not felt the tick of age. And my siblings’ jokes of me reaching “Left On The Shelf” Labelling still remain that – just jokes that I laugh at.
The past week has somehow made me re-realise Time though. I refuse to put it down to my age. It’s as I say, that the youth are getting older. Now when I am out and about socialising, I can easily be amongst the oldest. People look up to me and respect my opinion. What the hell?!?!
When did I become a wise elder to pull aside for a beer and some advice?!?!?
Or when I get asked by some child muso if I know some ancient band, and I hyperventilate over realising that I knew the time even before that band existed.
When I can admit to having been friends with someone for over two decades. Or that I used to dance on that exact bar top 8 years ago. 8 years ago!!! That’s a long time of hooliganism now. I am no longer just experimenting. Now I am set in my ways.
For most of my socialising life I have been the youngest in the group. Often by easily 5 to 10 years. I have been teased about having my sights set on Sugar Daddies. About my man requiring a Zimmer frame. About my family doctor and my boyfriend having attended the same graduation ceremony back in the Eighties.
Recent socialising events made me stop, take several deep breathes in and out, sit down for awhile, and think…When did I become the dodgy older woman at a picnic, who is being eyed out by a young 'un as his potential Sugar Mamma?!?!