They say that it's not important how old you are but how old you feel.
Would you be surprised if I say that I reckon my inner self is a 30-year old woman?
Yes, one year older than my actual age... confusing huh?
I guess that I'm just past all the usual trappings that come with being a young 20-something --the never ending drinking sessions and parties, the sleepless nights, tireless dancing, "jamming sessions" (if you catch my drift). I'm not so interested in that anymore. Sure, I don have the occasional urge to "party down" but I don't feel like I'd be missing too much if I don't. In fact, i hate the posing, the virtual meat market atmosphere, and shallowness of it all.
I've partied hard and virtually did it all, except for the hard drugs and mind numbing vomiting sessions (which I absolutely hate). In fact, I think I've turned to a bit of a square. My idea of fun now is catching the latest film festivals (the French film festival is coming out soon), watching really cool gigs (can't wait for Bloc Party), going to art galleries, and never missing the comedy festival. Sigh, I've become a mature lady.
But a huge part of me still has that youthful exuberance - my love for heavy metal and punk music, for instance. I don't think I will ever lose that even if I'm a granny with 20-odd grand kids. I still love my tattoos and never regretted the day I got them. As a matter of fact, I want to get another one but am not too sure what design though. I like technology - I absolutely love Mac's commercials, I'm such a geek!
I guess nowadays age is such an overrated thing to worry about. In my case, I embrace it. The world is my oyster and with age comes new experiences. Like marriage for instance...
Speaking of marriage, I am about to start my wedding site. Will post the link here as soon as I have it up and running. Cheers!