perils of a 30 something
it's strange how when you were young you've always wanted to venture into adulthood but after growing up you're not really sure if you can be treated like an adult or act like one. you border on the edge of maturity and think that hey you can't really call me an adult can you? i'm not married, can't feel the burden of a family yet and no one's appointed me to attend a shareholder's meeting either. nope my dear voting doesn't count in sunny singapore and ryan despite working for 7 years i'll never be a ceo. in fact my lifestyle pretty much didn't change since college. i live off with my parents. i get lifts from the train station. i'm not really doing any housework. i spend without much care. i reckon i can still get away with mostly all the juvenile acts that i do. i bask in being a couch potato. i waste my weekends chasing drama serials or blogging. there! how could i have grown up subconsciously and become a 30 something without even realising it?
seriously the question i have in mind is when is an adult exactly an adult? what defines adulthood? when you start nagging the youngsters and begin dishing out stern advice? phweeet! wash your hands wash your hands coz you've just touched your own booger! ok so how about when one starts dressing up? tsk tsk that's even more of an upheaval! i dress like me myself and nOvie all the time. sometimes odd i get stares but yes yes i do get by. how about when you start owning a car getting loans investing in shares doing all the legal age limit stuff? smoke? drink? nah don't like both and for one can't be bothered with the finances. right. then try being prim and proper & minding your etiquette? gal don't you dare slouch/crouch/squat here it's unbecoming of you. and no smart aleck. i don't mean on the mrt train floor. i meant i certainly have no qualms about sitting down anywhere and getting rough with it. *dismisses with her princessy hand* it's the general discerning habit that i have of not minding how dirty i get.
ta-dah! the most surprising step of self discovery since the eon of time and dawn of many wasted youth in education. i'm sooooo half past six lor! which kinda makes me neither here nor there...i'm extremely sheltered under the old *ahem leaking* roof of my parent's house they can't chase nor kick me out for nuts. i don't even need to build walls figuratively around me i just stay in the comfort of my own room and the walls are there automatically to defend me! ahhhhh the decadence i've made myself to be. *shakes head*
meanwhile i engage in petty selfish acts which screams 'grow up!' at times. turning 30 certainly hasn't changed that. especially the way i shoot my mouth off. *oops* so i figured. at this authoritative and significant defining moment of a lifetime, i shall be entitled to being opinionated. after all wouldn't i have lived 30 years of life in vain if not to expend on various life experiences? i'm waiting for someone to tell me 'act your age! you're not getting any younger' to which i'd retaliate which 30-year old you see still going through puberty and sprouting pimples? i'd have trouble trying to blend in into the crowd at any social events.. my poor heart'll skip a beat the moment a handsome dude talks to me.. i'd still star gaze like any teeny bopper nowadays. haha the perils of turning 30 indeed. wait shouldn't i be learning some passed down recipes from my mom or something? who would have thought it'd come to this?
at the end of it all everything boils down to a number. i certainly don't feel thirty. if only the body matches the heart. maybe when i sit down to have proper conversations with men in suits and ties and ladies in their jacket suits. or when i next loiter in coffeeshops to 'lim kopi' amongst the other greyed hair bearers. it would finally signal my coming of age. and maturity. but for now i'm mostly happy being me.
seriously the question i have in mind is when is an adult exactly an adult? what defines adulthood? when you start nagging the youngsters and begin dishing out stern advice? phweeet! wash your hands wash your hands coz you've just touched your own booger! ok so how about when one starts dressing up? tsk tsk that's even more of an upheaval! i dress like me myself and nOvie all the time. sometimes odd i get stares but yes yes i do get by. how about when you start owning a car getting loans investing in shares doing all the legal age limit stuff? smoke? drink? nah don't like both and for one can't be bothered with the finances. right. then try being prim and proper & minding your etiquette? gal don't you dare slouch/crouch/squat here it's unbecoming of you. and no smart aleck. i don't mean on the mrt train floor. i meant i certainly have no qualms about sitting down anywhere and getting rough with it. *dismisses with her princessy hand* it's the general discerning habit that i have of not minding how dirty i get.
ta-dah! the most surprising step of self discovery since the eon of time and dawn of many wasted youth in education. i'm sooooo half past six lor! which kinda makes me neither here nor there...i'm extremely sheltered under the old *ahem leaking* roof of my parent's house they can't chase nor kick me out for nuts. i don't even need to build walls figuratively around me i just stay in the comfort of my own room and the walls are there automatically to defend me! ahhhhh the decadence i've made myself to be. *shakes head*
meanwhile i engage in petty selfish acts which screams 'grow up!' at times. turning 30 certainly hasn't changed that. especially the way i shoot my mouth off. *oops* so i figured. at this authoritative and significant defining moment of a lifetime, i shall be entitled to being opinionated. after all wouldn't i have lived 30 years of life in vain if not to expend on various life experiences? i'm waiting for someone to tell me 'act your age! you're not getting any younger' to which i'd retaliate which 30-year old you see still going through puberty and sprouting pimples? i'd have trouble trying to blend in into the crowd at any social events.. my poor heart'll skip a beat the moment a handsome dude talks to me.. i'd still star gaze like any teeny bopper nowadays. haha the perils of turning 30 indeed. wait shouldn't i be learning some passed down recipes from my mom or something? who would have thought it'd come to this?
at the end of it all everything boils down to a number. i certainly don't feel thirty. if only the body matches the heart. maybe when i sit down to have proper conversations with men in suits and ties and ladies in their jacket suits. or when i next loiter in coffeeshops to 'lim kopi' amongst the other greyed hair bearers. it would finally signal my coming of age. and maturity. but for now i'm mostly happy being me.
posted by novie @ 10:37 PM
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