Little old Lady from Pasadena
Another wonderful weekend has passed! I spent the weekend at a music festival, seeing lots of live bands and drinking (too much) Jagermeister. I had a good time but man ALIVE, I am old. I am an old fart. I should be dead.
This festival was being held where I live, and as it’s a small town I was wondering how come I’d never seen most of the people there before… until it hit me like a geriatric freight train: They are probably 10 years younger than you are, that’s why.
1992 is when these people were probably born. Anyone else remember 1992? I think that’s when I found my first gray hair.
I am turning 30 this year, and I keep having these random moments of panic. I always had an undefined idea of how, by 30, I should have done so much. But as it turned out, I just let life get in the way and I never did do much of anything. I just work my McJob, live in my small town and aimlessly go to school for reasons unclear to everyone. Still battling the pounds I was worried about in high school (although they have since been joined by countless others!). Am I too young to be having a midlife crisis?
On a band related note, I’ve made a menu for myself for the coming week to keep me on the straight and narrow and have started tracking my food consumption on My Fitness Pal again. I woke up this morning, knowing that today was the day when I was going to start following the dreaded MENU… and all I’ve been able to think about all day is chocolate. I could hardly work, such was my preoccupation.
But I look forward to seeing what Lady Scales will have to say to me when the week is out.