Ok, ok, ok. Just listen for a second….don’t freak out…stay with me…
I like being old. (gasp)
Yes, sometimes I do miss 20 something me. She was adorable. She had great skin, the metabolism of whatever has great metabolism, and this naturally highlighted hair that I would pay money for. Scratch that, I do pay money for. But dude, she worried so much about what other people thought of her. I wish I could go see her & slap her upside the head. Tell her to snap out of it. I remember this one woman, she gave me the stink eye…or maybe the sun was in her eyes? I just lost it. I made this woman my life. Showing her that I was cool, there must have been some misunderstanding. You must like me, why wouldn’t someone like me? Is there something wrong with me? Why? Why? Why? And then I would end up in the fetal position crying in my closet because this lady now thinks I’m totally off my meds and a wack-a-doodle.
*sigh* rinse and repeat.