So since I revisited a previous blog when I wrote yesterday, I thought I’d sort of revisit another previous entry titled 35 Year Old Geriatric today. If you haven’t read that one yet, you might want to go back and take a look before reading any further.
So yesterday I was emailing back and forth with a friend of mine and mentioned I was very excited that this chick I met last weekend (a 32 year old girl with “baby fever” – her words, not mine), when she found out I was 35, said, “Oh! Wow! You have great skin!” My email friend, because he is a man, very excitedly typed (yes, I can tell excitement in typing), “And then you made out with her!?!?” Below is my [very neurotic] response:
I’m not interested in making out with her! I just get excited when people think I’m in my 20’s even though I know goddamn well that it doesn’t matter that I look like I’m in my 20’s because I’m really 35 which means that if I DO ever decide to have a baby I will be considered a geriatric and that baby will be more likely to be down syndrome and have other problems. Also I’m 35, not 25, which means I’m 10 years closer to death than I look like I am but it doesn’t matter because I’m still TEN YEARS CLOSER TO DEATH!
I never cared about babies before! Or getting married (I am currently looking at wedding dresses online!)!! Is this what a mid-life crisis is like? Constant obsessing over doing things before you get way too old to do them?? Well, if so, it stinks!