Thursday, July 8, 2010

I am aging and so are you.

I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but yes, you are getting old too. And whether we like it or not, all of us are a year closer to our respective finish lines. I'm not being morbid, just saying!

Katie Holmes, some 30-40 years from now.

This entry reminds me of the part in New Moon where Bella tells Edward that her aging is not something they should celebrate. I am 22 and why am I talking about this depressing topic called "aging" again?

I've been recently realizing that I'm no longer a kid. And though I still do skip while walking, talk like a kid, reason like a toddler, watch cartoons, and cling to my dear loved ones like a baby, the fact remains: I'm not getting any younger. Here are a few signs:

I'm now unlearning the "wannabe pose" because I think it's not fit for old people. [For the lack of a better term, let's just call it "wannabe pose" to serve the purpose of this entry.] I get humiliated every time I catch myself in this pose. I realized, it's awkward for a damulag like me to pose that way. Why did I ever learn to pose that way, anyway, highway? But yes. If I want my colleagues and future kids to respect me, I should really unlearn that pose--the sooner, the better. If you're 22-ish or older, I think you should unlearn it too because we're no longer in high school / college. I don't know. Maybe it's just me, but this pose equals childishness and "pacuteness." Dez at 22 is NOT cute. She's mature and gorgeous. Ha!

My friends and I no longer discuss petty things during meet-ups. Now, we're talking about our dream weddings. I now like the idea of people close to me getting married and settling down. For some reason, kinikilig ako para sa kanila. I feel happy for them because, finally, they have found their right match.

Just a few days back, my officemate and I fondly planned her dream wedding. She wanted a "forest wedding" on a rainy day. She thought light rain would make the event even more romantic. Of course the dresses of the entourage would have to be rain-proof and that's one challenging part. She has to find a designer who can work on the dresses and pay that designer a humongous amount. The most challenging part, though, would have to be finding the safest and the nearest forest for the wedding.

I'm looking forward to attending a wedding. It's good to witness two people prove the world that their love is worth God's blessing. Most especially, I'm looking forward to my own wedding. I'm sure it's going to be perfect. Cheesy! ♥

Some [if not most] of my batch mates already have a family, no thanks to premarital sex.Ü Though they started their families at a very young age, of course, their new dispositions in life have to be like that of mature moms and dads.

One time, I decided to check out my ex's family. I found it weird browsing through the pictures of his children. And though it may sound awkward, I'm really happy for him. He already has the "joys" of his life and I thought he played his part as a father well.

I'm imagining how my children would look like. I'm confident about my genes; I used to be really adorable when I was a baby. My hubby's genes, though, uuhhmm... [Haha. Peace, handsome! That was a joke.]

Money matters stress me. When I was younger, only my mom dealt with problems regarding money. She wouldn't be able to sleep, thinking how she'll budget dad's meager padala. I used to dislike my mom for not buying me the things I want, but I understand her now.

Like my mom, I now worry about our bills and expenses because it is actually my responsibility to provide for the family especially since Daddy can no longer send us money regularly. It's really tough to be a grown up. Ah! The responsibilities.

When I was kid, the future seemed to be a really, really long way ahead. Now that I'm a grown-up, it's like a few days ahead and a couple of steps forward na lang. The days pass by so fast. The next thing I know, I already have gained a lot of weight and grown gray hair.

I could go on counting the signs that I'm getting old. But since I have limited vocabulary and my writing is only up to this level, let me end this entry by saying: It's funny how we all wanted to grow up fast when we were little. It's quite cruel for life to make us grow fast during times when we least want another wrinkle. Now that we've got what we wanted, we wish to turn back time and return to just being kids again--when the only thing we worried about is our choice of candy flavor. A cliche, right?

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