They say you’re only as old as you feel, yet the date on your driving licence states otherwise!!It’s an odd state of mind thing, I know I’ve lived through my 20s-they’re gone, I have the mental scars and litany of drunken photos from all around the globe to prove it. And yet, when I hear people mention their age, and it’s above 30, the first thought that springs to mind is God, that’s old. Or when I see characters on TV and I assume they’re years older than me, but 9 times out of 10, they’re actually younger than me!!!!Like it or not, I’m in my 30s and progressing through them at an alarming rate. If I were an athlete, I’d be in the twilight years of my profession with retirement looming on the not too distant horizon. In my mind though, I’m pretty much still 17-working on getting some kind of career going, but ultimately still not sure what I’ll be when I grow up! In reality, however, I’ve been going out with the same man for nigh on 10 years, we have a sprog and we’re thinking about buying a house.WTF!!??!!
Arrested development is what I’m really suffering from and it’s prevalent in our Peter Pan aspiring, 21st century society. T-shirts aimed at the adult male abound with logos from 80s cartoons. There are Hello Kitty cosmetics to be had and retro sweet shops are popping up all over the place. Who wants to grow up and gain nothing for your troubles but reponsibility and wrinkles? Euwwww!!
So, I can’t really be blamed for my childish thoughts can I? I’m a product of my environment! At any rate, in order to placate my immature self and working off the latest theory that 30 is the new 20, my brain has come up with a compromise and has invented a new decade, one that fits nicely in between my 20s and my 30s-the Twirties. Basically, for when you’ve left your 20s behind in a fast paced blur and are not yet capable of becoming a fully fledged, card carrying member of the adult club.
Twirtie First birthday plans anyone??