1. Dustin and I met at our office. Since we were around the same age (21 and 20, respectively) with approximately the same life experience, we became friends. A few months after I was married, he asked why I wasn't pregnant yet. Since I wasn't quite comfortable discussing my women's issues with him, nor, I'm sure, was he comfortable hearing about it, I started making up plumbing analogies. Last night, Dustin called me (he's on a 5-month-long tour of the country with his wife and will be making a stop here) and during the course of a normal conversation about our marriages asked what was wrong with my plumbing. After trying hard to make an analogy and even equating my reproductive system to a septic system, I finally said "Dustin, we're like 4 years older than when we started this, I'm gonna shoot it to you straight." We both had a pretty hearty laugh over that and I explained PCOS, being anovulatory, and amenorrhea in minor detail.
2. Angie and I were discussing another person (I don't rightly remember who it was...) and she said that this person was a little bit older than us. I almost said "mid-twenties?" before I realized, wait, Angie and I ARE in our mid-twenties (25 and 24, respectively). I just sorta shook my head.
3. My youngest sibling, Seth, turned 17 a few weeks ago. My youngest sister, Amanda, turns 19 today. 19. She was born in 1986. Has it really been 6 years since I was 19? I've been trolling an advice forum lately and kids born in 1992 are asking for advice on sex. OY. I was talking to a friend of a friend once and he asked how old I was. I told him I was 19. I think he was 26. He looked at me for a second, blinked, and said, "You were born in 1980?" "Yes." "I remember 1980." I laughed then. I understand now.
Mind you, this doesn't bum me out. (Well, 13-year-olds asking for advice on sex deeply saddens me.) It's just mind boggling. Shake your head kinda stuff. The realization of adulthood is a mystifying experience, to say the least.
3 months ago
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Being here in Middlebury is an age wake-up call. I'm surrounded by almost sophomores in college who still think it's cool to come to class hung over. None of the boys hit on me because they think I'm too old and I am only too pleased to be too old in this circumstance!
it is hard being old. i hate the way people born in the 90s have this 80s nostalgia. i was alive in the 80s, they werent.
but nice husband is 30 so i can always laugh at him and his gray hairs. he is my fossil. i give him two years before he goes completely gray (his dad was gray in his thirties too)
did you see the readers comments from yesterday's dear abby? they were the reader response from the wheelchair in the bathroom thing
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