You know what sucks? Getting old. Yeah, yeah, I’m that type. The type to say she’s pretty much on her death bed at 31. But Seriously, getting old sucks. So I thought I would share that suckiness with you!
I’ve always gotten compliments on my skin. I have very fair skin that’s doesn’t wrinkle. I get it from my mom. Then I turned 30 and now I have this one wrinkle under my left eye that won’t go away!!! I even bought wrinkle cream but it doesn’t work. I just know this wrinkle is the first step to my demise. And don’t even say I’m being dramatic. The struggle is real, people!
These Old Bones!
Even though I’m overweight, I have always been an energetic, relatively healthy person. Once I turned 30 it’s like my body started to die! Now I have GERD, my minor stomach problem decided to become a full blown disaster that messes with me every day, my lower back randomly hurts for no damn reason, and I just recently started getting really bad allergies. Oh, and I magically became allergic to cats and dogs, which I have one of each. FML. It’s like I’m falling apart. What the hell?
Why can’t I feel my face when I drink?
I am not much of a drinker. I may have a cocktail every few months. I’ve been drunk like 3 times in my life. In my 20’s I could drink anyone under the table. Alcohol just didn’t have much of an effect on me. Now I sip a Bloody Mary and my face goes numb. Yup! I’m such a lightweight it’s not even funny. And for whatever reason my buzzed state consists of a numb face and teeth. WTH? Freaking ridiculous.
Sleep: My Precious!
Oh, sleep, how I love thee. In my 20’s I could get up at the ass-crack of dawn, college it up all day with some work on the side and go out at night with friends on only 3 hours of sleep. Now, if I get 6 hours of sleep I struggle all day not to fall asleep at my desk. When the clock strikes 9pm I am already in my PJ’s, getting ready for bed. On the flip side, I can no longer sleep in. It’s a work day, I’m up at 6am. It’s the weekend, I’m up at 6am. Yeah, it sucks.
This uterus is for decoration.
I honesty thought that as I got older I would start feeling my biological clock ticking. I never liked kids or babies all that much. Just wasn’t my thing. But I figured I felt that way because I was young. Now I’m 31 and I don’t want kids more than ever. I like having my free time and doing whatever the hell I want. Once you have a kid, your life no longer exists. Your life is that child. I am way too selfish for that. Maybe I’ll start feeling it when I’m 40, who knows. Hopefully it won’t be too late, but hey, you can’t force these things. So, for now, my uterus will only be for exploding when Chris Hemsworth shows up on screen.
What things have you experienced while aging oh so gracefully?