Yeahhhhh, so...wouldn't it figure that immediately following my mini-rant about the isolation that computers will inevitably inflict upon humankind, I receive an e-mail from an old friend trying to reconnect after years of being out of touch.
Not just any "old friend." My first puppy-love boyfriend (that's Marcus, if you are a high school friend). Flashback to 18 years ago! It was actually very sweet to hear from him, but...
From the looks of things, this guy scores way more cool points than me. He has a myspace account, is a dj who does a radiomix show, and still apparently hits the club scene. I like to listen to public radio, bake Christmas cookies, and lay on the couch and read "Harry Potter." Oh good grief, WHEN did I turn into an old lady? (And when did I start using expressions like "good grief"?)
This turn of events is NOT helping my current "I-feel-old" crisis.
I hate birthdays! They make me neurotic!!! I plucked 15 grey hairs while at conference last week. I am getting laugh lines and crow's feet like crazy. And that biological clock is making nothing but cacophony.
I need something else to obsess about.
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Okay, number one:
A Myspace account is cool. If you are 16. And it's 2001.
A dj is usually utterly poor.
If he's still "hitting the club scene" that just means he's single--take it from me. I'm a late bloomer.
I do remember though having a moment when I was in my early 30s and had just lost some weight, and suddenly saw all these new wrinkles that used to be puffed up with fat! (And no, that's not why I gained weight again! : )
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