Wednesday 30 January 2013

AGING



My Mum turns 50 tomorrow; I took much joy in saying to her "hey Mum, how does it feel to be in the last day of your 40s?" - making her think of it like that really seemed to hit home how much of a milestone it is. It was marvelous.

I've never been bothered about age; this is probably because, at the age of 21, I still look around 16. I still get asked for ID whenever I wish to buy an alcoholic drink at a public house where they don't know me, and - quite frankly - I still often act ridiculously childish. For example, #InitialsOfSomeoneWhoMeansSomething was trending on Twitter yesterday, so I searched for the hashtag along with either "TM" or "TJM" in the post, and out sent 37 replies just saying "Thanks", pretending I thought it was for me. I gained a few responses, including:

"well you got the Tom part right..."

"umm....not you.",

"no....."

"who are you?"

"that's for my little brother....awk"

and my favourite,

"woa... NOT YOU:/ sorry:)"

I love how the "NOT YOU" is capitalised, as if to say "the notion if it being for you is ludicrous!", but there is then an apology and a smiley face. It makes no sense! 

This, ultimately, resulted in me being suspended by Twitter. I had to reactivate my account, and promise to never do it again. 

But is this a problem?

To answer this, I will tell you a little bit about my Mum. Mum works part-time at a local playgroup, so gets paid to run around singing songs and making animal noises, all with elaborate actions - this is close to my dream job, let's be honest. Upon being told that my Mum was about to turn 50, a teenager who knows her through a family friend replied "really? she doesn't act 50". 

Basically, my Mum is bloody awesome.

I'm never going to grow out of this silliness that emanates from me. Isn't that a lovely thought? :)

No comments:

Post a Comment

Most viewed blogs over the last 30 days