Why I'm Glad I'm Not 25
Enjoli, Mistress of White Trash Hell
I had a night out with the girls a few weekends ago. When I say girls -- I DO MEAN girls. I was the oldest in the group of 10 women by at least eight years and for the most part it was more like 15 years. I'm 36, more than half way to 37 now. I obsess a little about age, but not too much thanks to some great genes on my Mom's side.
Until this past weekend I really didn't think that I had changed all that much since 25, but I was wrong. So, since I'm in the mood to make lots of lists lately here is my list on why I'm glad I'm no longer 25.
1. I no longer worry about shaving. I have enough money to pay for laser hair removal and if it hasn't been zapped or waxed, I'm past the point of caring about it anyway.
2. I no longer worry about whether or not I look hot... I already know I am -- even on my fat days. The women I went out with had a lack of self-confidence that comes from youth and lack of acceptance of themselves. My body has seen better days, but I love it and am more comfortable with it at this point in my life than I ever was in my twenties.
3. I don't feel the need to be nice to people I don't like. I used to always smile and be polite when I was at a club in my twenties. I was afraid of hurting feelings. I had some early twenties hunk grab me on Saturday try to plant one on me and whispered a dirty something in my ear. Oh please!!! I have heard that or some version of it so many times in my life at this point. I told him to F'off. I have no plans on joining a study for new venereal disease cures this year. LOL
4. At about midnight I wasn't looking to down five more shots or to figure out how to attract some guys attention. I was bored and wanted badly to be in my 1000 thread count sheets with my down comforter over me. In my twenties, I had no idea what the thread count of my sheets were.