December 30, 2009

I’m becoming an old woman.

Two months shy of my 25th birthday and I seem to become more and more old lady-ish by the day. Here’s the thing:

I like tea a lot more these days. Now I’ve always liked tea, especially having a British Grandmother who practically swears her health by it…but we are talking hot tea. 4 or 5 times a day. In a decorative mug. While I am at work. I might as well start knitting blankets at work and buy a space heater for my cubicle so I can invite co-workers for tea in my “home away from home.”

And another thing: I like my routine. I like having an hour to take a lunch and go home to my apartment to clean and do laundry and have just enough time to make a Boca burger. I like watching Dr. Oz and then stress out about the various medical ailments he “uncovers the truth about” all while wearing scrubs and hugging his “special lady volunteers” a little too closely in my opinion. I think I might very well be the only 24 year old female in America who watches The View a couple times a week. Only for “Hot Topics” and then the sound of Joy and Elizabeth Hasselbeck’s arguing and whining over things that no one really cares to know their opinion on really gets under my skin.

I hate loud noise and the fact that the people who live upstairs trample around like elephants to the point where I think they might fall through my ceiling. They literally think it’s decent to run the vacuum at 6am and when they were decorating for Christmas they had some little Christmas toy that sang Christmas carols very loudly. So I would hear the carols daily while they laughed after it was finished. Every.Single.Time. I sincerely hope they don’t have things like that for every holiday or I might be forced to leave them a cheerful post-it on their front door stating why the incessant noise isn’t really working for me.

So you see, I’m getting old. Or maybe it’s just part of growing up. You know, like when you realize that a text just can’t really replace the sound of your friend’s voice. Or when Facebook starts to become only interesting when people post new photos. And you’d rather shop online to avoid all the pre-teens searching for Twilight t-shirts at the mall… One of my friends tells me I have an “old spirit,” which is most likely the case. I just think it’s kinda funny. But it won’t be humorous to you when I start knitting you afghans for Christmas. ;)

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