I frequently have tidbits I feel like sharing. They’re often off-topic to this blog, sometimes I’ve Tweeted them through the week, sometimes they’re too long for Twitter (but not long enough for their own blog post) and sometimes it’s just a recounting of the adorableness of Little Man. Either way, I collect them all here and send them out for some Friday fun.
So, the evidence has been mounting quickly lately… I’m getting old. You would think that having a baby, watching him turn ONE, buying (no more renting!) a home, or my fast-approaching 30th birthday would have tipped me off to this fact a while ago. But it’s really only starting to hit me. Here are a few of the things that have really made it sink in lately:
While following our federal election campaign incessantly (political junkie that I am), I was thoroughly enjoying Rick Mercer’s rant about youth not voting. I was appalled at my fellow young Canadians and their political apathy. That is, until one minute and thirteen seconds in, when he stopped saying ‘youth’ and said instead ’18-25′. Egad. I haven’t been ‘youth’ for half a decade. Shit.
Of course, I should have been tipped off to this even earlier. My aforementioned political addiction also leads me to watch parliamentary proceedings on TV on a semi-regular basis. On the day the government fell, I was watching Question Period, when the camera turned to an MP from my home area. A guy I used to have a crush on. When I was in 7th grade and he still had hair on the top of his head. Double shit.
While loading pictures onto the computer today I actually stopped to marvel at the flash drive that holds 2GB of data. The first computer we owned had a 5″ floppy drive. Backing it up used so many disks, they took a tier on the bookshelf.
But that’s all just circumstantial evidence. I’m still youthful even if I’m not technically ‘youth’, right? That’s what I thought until I went to the mall. I walked into one of the underwear stores and two thoughts immediately popped into my head prove I’m old:
1. Ooh, goody, neon is BACK! (Yup, because I remember when it was in the first time, that’s how old I am)
2. Ooh, wow, those panties don’t look comfortable at ALL!
Old. Oldy-old-old. That’s me. But I guess there could be worse things.