a failed attempt at a post, as it were
Mar. 5th, 2011 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
floatingleafAs some of you kind readers may know (especially the ones who just wished me a happy birthday), I have officially joined the ranks of the middle-aged.:/ I feel... very strange. Not sure how much I identify with the phrase "mature woman", which would be my correct description at this point. What does "mature" really mean? Does it mean you have it all figured out - or rather, if you're still clueless, better keep it to yourself, because it's not socially acceptable to be clueless at your age?
I seem, to myself at least, so young and inexperienced in some ways - while, at the same time, so old and disillusioned in others. It's very confusing. The frightened little girl is still very much in charge of my emotions; while the cynical, aging woman takes over the outward appearance. What a weird combination.
And now I have totally lost the thread of those weighty philosophical speculations, because I decided to "celebrate" (or perhaps mourn) by having a glass of wine, and the very mildly alcoholic contents of said glass are making me all sleepy and incapable of complicated thought processes. There's a sofa bed a few feet away from where I am sitting, and it looks extremely inviting right now. And yeah, I know it's not even 11 p.m. on a Saturday night. Pathetic.:/
Apparently, this is what happens when you get to be my age. *snort*
I seem, to myself at least, so young and inexperienced in some ways - while, at the same time, so old and disillusioned in others. It's very confusing. The frightened little girl is still very much in charge of my emotions; while the cynical, aging woman takes over the outward appearance. What a weird combination.
And now I have totally lost the thread of those weighty philosophical speculations, because I decided to "celebrate" (or perhaps mourn) by having a glass of wine, and the very mildly alcoholic contents of said glass are making me all sleepy and incapable of complicated thought processes. There's a sofa bed a few feet away from where I am sitting, and it looks extremely inviting right now. And yeah, I know it's not even 11 p.m. on a Saturday night. Pathetic.:/
Apparently, this is what happens when you get to be my age. *snort*
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Date: 2011-03-27 02:41 pm (UTC)*big hugs*
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Date: 2011-03-27 05:20 pm (UTC)Sounds like a good idea.;) Easier said than done, though, isn't it? *sigh*
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Date: 2011-03-28 04:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-30 02:07 am (UTC)The feeling is entirely mutual, dear. <33333
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Date: 2011-04-17 11:30 am (UTC)