Sometimes I think to myself. I can’t believe I’m a grown up. I don’t feel old. I don’t look old, and I sure as hell don’t act old. I use to think “old” was an age, but I’m quickly learning it’s a lifestyle. I sit here now, wondering, what else can I expect for my future?
I remember being bored to death when my parents would watch political news. It didn’t make any sense to me. Why was watching some old guy talk about two other old guys interesting? If it wasn’t on MTV, I didn’t watch it.
Same goes for finances. I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty awesome at math. Although I have always enjoyed numbers, I hated dealing with money. Need an example? It’s quite embarrassing, but my mom handled all my money in college. It was so bad, I didn’t even know how to transfer money from my savings to my checking account. Whenever my checking was low, I would call my mom and ask her to transfer “X” amount of dollars for me. Not only that, but I didn’t know how to write my own check until I was 21.
As much as I don’t want to accept it, I guess I am a kind of a legitimate grown up. I live on my own, manage my own money, and even cook my own dinner! I find myself becoming more and more interested in “old guy” stuff like politics and finances. I’m wondering what other things will tickle my fancy as I age? Maybe I will take up quilting or shuffleboard. I can’t help but laugh when I reflect on how much I hated the shows my parents watched when I was a kid, to now find myself watching the same darn channels.
In a final attempt to enjoy my youth I think I’m going to go buy a pair of Jnco jeans (please tell me someone remembers these), a hacky sack, a set of pogs, and I’m gonna go watch TGIF. Suck it Fox News and MSNBC, I’m staying young!