Age Is But A Number

16 May

Today marks the 27th anniversary of the day I was born, a day my mother’s life became considerably more awesome. As a child I was a complete primadonna, scared of getting muddy, refusing to eat most foods and reluctant to admit that my baby sister was something that was staying around. As a 27 year old im scared of getting muddy, sure, but I will eat anything within a mile radius and am reluctant to let my little sister leave when we spend any time together. What a difference over a quarter of a century makes!

The fact that I am now 27 is a bit of an issue for me; my brain has a power struggle with things that I think I should be doing and things that I am actually doing, causing minor meltdowns when I think that I have missed something off the list. As an over achiever, I long for the days when I was at school and papers got marked, exams got scored and you knew you were bang in line with your peers. Thanks Facebook.

For example, when having a chat with my mother over the weekend I casually asked her how old she was when she met my Dad. 22. How old she was when she married him. 24 and how old she was when she had me. 26.

I then dramatically declared myself “behind the curve” and announced that I would be a spinster surrounded by cats, growing old in a hoarders house surrounded by old cardboard boxes and things that I had formed emotional relationships with for no reason other than attachment, like bin bags. Sure, I may have been watching too many of those compulsive hoarder shows, but the fear was still there. I ate a whole lot of cheese (I might be old now and my cheese choices have matured from orange square cheese to goats cheese, but cheese is still my comfort food of choice) and went back to my lovely urban flat, minus children and significant other half  to cook and clean (makes me feel calm, don’t judge) until I proudly announced that “I liked it when my flat smelt of swimming pools” and I wasn’t even joking.

My housemate (God love her) then proceeded to read me an article about things that would make me feel old, and they did. So it worked.

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The main killer that took me from ‘strangely happy about the fact that I am turning 27’ to ‘wait while I go slash my wrists with my OAP bus pass” was the fact that Luke Perry, the first TV star who I was in love with in 90210, is 45. Goddamit, 45??!!!! The Backstreet Boys are also rocking their 40s, and according to this article, not too well given the hair plugs and protruding beer bellies.

If you fancy getting hit with the full list, here you go.

The moral of this story is that after a brief chat with myself where I pondered my existence, I realised that I don’t actually want to be 17 again. I had bad hair, hadn’t mastered the art of contact lenses and ……….. TEQUILA.

I rest my case.

What makes you suddenly realise you’re a grown up?

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15 Responses to “Age Is But A Number”

  1. Le Clown May 16, 2013 at 10:32 am #

    Tinkerbelle,
    Happy birthday! And 27 is a great age! It’s a special date for Jim Morrison, and Jimi Hendrix, and Janis Joplin, and Kurt Cobain… Welcome to the 27 club!
    Le Clown

    • tinkerbelle86 May 16, 2013 at 12:00 pm #

      And Winehouse! Ill celebrate this. With wine, obviously.

  2. prenin May 16, 2013 at 11:36 am #

    Happy Birthday ducks! :)

    Yes, well, I don’t live my age – I still play on my PS3 and eat strange foods! :P

    Now I’m getting to be a fat person who is fighting to get thin, so everything has to be in moderation! :)

    Love and hugs always young lady! :)

    Prenin.

  3. 1stpeaksteve May 16, 2013 at 11:36 am #

    Happy birthday Tinkerbelle!

    I have hit the age when you pride yourself in doing something better than the youngsters. “I just beat you in Mario Kart! I can’t believe you let some old guy beat you!”

    I also have hit the terrible phase that I compare how wonderful things were when I was younger to what the kids have now. “This mosh pit is nothing! You should have seen the pit at the Bad Religion show back in 91…now those were the days!”

    One thing that I did find to help me feel better about aging is to find someone who is a celebrity and is a few years older and use them as a comparison. For me it is Johnny Depp. As long as women swoon over this guy who is pushing 50…there is always hope!

    Enjoy your day!

  4. Gary Lum May 16, 2013 at 12:23 pm #

    Happy birthday. Hope you have a great day.

  5. My Wiz Mind's Wit May 16, 2013 at 3:49 pm #

    Happy Birthday :)
    Enjoy & remember as it is truely said by Leroy “Satchel” Paige : “Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”
    Best wishes :)

  6. twindaddy May 16, 2013 at 9:24 pm #

    Happy birthday, Tink! You’re not behind the curve, you’re right where you need to be.

  7. philosophermouseofthehedge May 17, 2013 at 12:00 am #

    Happy Birthday! (got such a giggle from this post)
    Enjoy being the perfect age for now…(next year is also perfect…and the next…Just enjoy it all!)

  8. Jess Witkins May 17, 2013 at 1:28 am #

    Oh do I so know what you’re going through. I’m a few months shy of turning 28 this year and the thought of being in my OFFICIAL late 20’s terrifies me! Like you, I keep adjusting the bell curve of where my life should be. It doesn’t help that my two besties are in their mid 30’s – they’re now married and probably getting pregnant as I write this.

    I long for the 90’s, but I’d keep my current wardrobe. I still watch reruns of Charmed sometimes. :)

    Happy birthday!

  9. Redneckprincess May 18, 2013 at 4:35 pm #

    I have twenty years on you sugar…yep. Twenty. Holy crap I am old. Happy birthday to you!!!

  10. Go Jules Go May 20, 2013 at 12:47 pm #

    Ug, I hear you! The day I turned 30 my mom informed me I was officially “middle aged”!! But don’t knock the spinster life… I mean just think – you don’t have to share your tequila!

    • tinkerbelle86 June 3, 2013 at 1:08 pm #

      Hahaha, champagne drowns all sorrows, right?! ;)

  11. girlseule May 20, 2013 at 1:05 pm #

    27? Oh you are a baby! I’m nearly 31 and keep forgetting I’m supposed to be a grown up.

  12. Marvin the Martian May 30, 2013 at 10:18 am #

    Happy birthday (late). I was born old, so age never mattered. I didn’t care when I was able to drink, drive, or vote, since I did none of those things. I think being able to buy my own ammunition was probably a milestone.

  13. Kitten In The City May 31, 2013 at 9:38 am #

    My son is your age in a few days…eeek! Happy Birthday to you Geminis. What made me realise I am grown up? Who says I am??

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