Every once in a while, I think it might be nice to be young again. Then I remember what being young was actually like.
For starters, I was broke. Not “I should probably watch my spending” broke. I mean counting change for gas broke. Living in a low income duplex broke. Choosing between shampoo and electricity broke. I didn’t have a 'savings' account. I had a 'hope' account.
Then there were the relationships. When you’re young, every relationship feels like the one. Every breakup feels like the end of the world. You spend hours dissecting conversations with friends like you’re working a cold case.
“He said this...”
“Yeah, but what do you think he meant by this?”
Now? I wouldn’t give two rats’ ass what he said or what he meant. If a grown man wants to play games, he can buy a PlayStation. I don’t have the patience or energy.
Then there were the jobs. When you’re young, everybody tells you to 'follow your dreams'. Easy advice when you’re not the one living on ramen noodles and change you find in the couch cushions, wondering if your checking account will make it to the next payday that's still 7 days away. Back then I worked hard and worried about every bill in the mailbox. Lay awake at nights worrying! Today I still work hard, but at least I know the lights are staying on.
The truth is, I don’t really miss being young. I miss having a younger body. I miss reading a menu in a dimly lit restaurant without holding it at arm’s length. I miss eating whatever I wanted without my body filing a formal complaint the next morning. I miss shopping for and wearing a bikini!
But the rest of it? The uncertainty. The bad decisions. The drama. The lack of money. The terrible taste in men. No thank you!
Every now and then I think it might be nice to be twenty-five again. Then I remember I was twenty-five once. And honestly, I’ll take sixty-one with money, wisdom, grandchildren, and a good husband over twenty-five, clueless and men that can't get their shit together... any day of the week. 🤣
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