Today
So this afternoon, a wonderful friend offered me a ride on the back of her scooter down to the “cool” part of town to go on a vintage shopping tour. As we drove over the bridge, I spied a guy I had dated about 2 years or so ago. He is a bit heavier and definitely lost a lot of hair. He is the only honest-to-god through-and-through jerk I’ve ever gone out with. So, I felt a bit smug as we rolled into Adams-Morgan, as I’ve kept my figure (although, my hair is a good bit greyer). Still this guy was a good number of years younger than me - he has years of being a jerk with little to no consequence ahead of him.
And my wonderful friend taking me shopping is equally young. She reminded me of my extreme youth in Chicago exploring the city with my much cooler, indie friends who were way, way more savvy than me. And indeed, as fun as today was (reminded me of my love of junk shops, of polyester clothing, and geriatric pants), it did make me sad for my 20s. So wasted on depression and anxiety; I couldn’t enjoy life as a young person. I’m making up for it now, but it is so different. People look at you differently when you are older. It’s an adjustment, but I am proud of my age to an extent. Experience counts for a lot. I’m alive, and as long as I’m doing something interesting, and I will not stop for anybody.
