Monday, January 26, 2009


So, I've been making my way through the entire series DVD set of My So-Called Life. And I'm wondering if it's somewhat odd that I totally relate to the "teen" series. I understand Angela's issues. I feel her pain. I KNOW. It might have been based on my life at points. I cry at every single episode for one reason or another. And when we get to the episode called "The Zit," just hand me a box of tissue and a pint of Ben and Jerry's. I think that's because I'm eternally 16 in my head. It shocks me these days when I'm forced to give my chronological age. Not because I'm embarrassed or ashamed or any such thing. Just because I can't quite grasp that I'm in my thirties. How did that happen? When did I become the grown-up?

And what's normal along those lines? Which of the physical "symptoms" I have can I chalk up to aging? Aches and pains? Expanding hips? Puffy stomach? Lumpiness in unattractive places? Mood swings?

Okay, this is not helping my overall downcast mood these days.

I'm going to go cover my gray now.

1 comment:

Bacardi Mama said...

I personally think you still believe in Santa.