The title kind of says it all, doesn't it? When I was younger, I had big, romantic dreams about living an unconventional life, every moment writhing with electricity. No bourgeois mundanity for me! Now that I'm a bit older, though, I not only partake in but flat-out enjoy the following stodgy old codes of behavior:
Talking about the weather. All the dang time. It's not even so much that I appreciate the value of being able to trade banal pleasantries with strangers all day. At some point, I just became genuinely fascinated by weather. (Next stop: Metamucil.)
Contributing to my retirement account. Forget all the fancy electronics and designer shoes my teenage self dreamed of. No purchase can match the pride I feel when I read personal finance articles about starting retirement savings in your 20s and think: "That's me! I do that!"
Bargain shopping. 'cause, hey, a girl wants fancy electronics and designer shoes sometimes.
Gently prodding teenagers to be more respectful in public. I deal with a fair amount of teenagers in my work, and I always thought I related more to them than to people my boss's age. Until, that is, the day a teen came in to use our phone, then bolted out the door without a word -- leaving me to shout "You're welcome!" after his quickly retreating form. The scornful look he shot me is exactly the one I would have given myself at that age.
Eating my veggies. Turns out veggies are AMAZING when they're not boiled for eighteen hours straight. No offense, Mom.
What parts of your adult self would be unrecognizable to you as a sixteen-year-old? And isn't it nice to settle into that great bourgeois expanse of middle age?
Posted by TKOG from Not That Kind Of Girl.
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