Sorry I have been a little quiet of late, blog post wise, but there has been all sorts of discussions and decisions being made in the 20SM household, which has left my brain in a right old cluttered mess. I'm not going to tell you now, but look out for May's Botox List.
Anyway, inspiration for this post came from a Facebook message conversation I had last week with The Nephew. He popped up for a day last week to grab some clean clothes and shoes, and off he went back to London, but I asked him if he wanted to go see a film I'd been offered to go to.
It started out simply enough, with him having to give me the name of the "friend" he was going to
snog in the cinema paying no attention to the film whatsoever take with him. But then he had a shortlist, yes a shortlist, of 3 or 4 girls. Ridiculous.
Now, as you know we are the same age, but having a conversation, be it written or spoken, with The Nephew often requires the use of the Urban Dictionary, as he speaks in a whole different way to me.
After deciding which girl was going, I let him know it was all sorted. His reply- Koolio.
Now, to me, Koolio is a 90s rapper with bad hair who went on Big Brother. And its spelt Coolio.
But it got me to thinking that, well, if we are the same age, and him and his friends (or fam, apparently) all speak that way, am I past it? Have I prematurely aged? And is it cos I'm just so uncool it was inevitable, or is it because I am in a relationship with someone in his 40s?
So, here are the reasons why I know I am old, at 28-
* Instead of looking forward to Friday nights and the weekend, I look forward to Glee on Mondays, and early nights.
* Most fashions for people my age appall me, yet I love the clothes my 46 year old sister in law wears.
* I found myself actually taking notice of the political stuff on TV.
* On Saturday, when all my laundry was folded up in a huge pile, I was so happy to have emptied the basket and got it all clean that I told Elder how satisfying it was.
* Programmes on Channel 4 are beginning to be annoying, not funny.
* I watched Hollyoaks last week, and felt old.
* Meanwhile, I seem drawn to Eastenders. And Corrie.
* I referred to a dance track on Viva Music as "Noise".
* Old ladies keep striking up conversations with me in queues.
* I told Elder that a dress I liked in a shop window that was short was OK, but not a "sensible length" for me.
* I no longer see the attraction of trainers. Of any kind. Only flat sandals or boots.
* Music and kids shows from when I was at school are now referred to as "Classic" or "Old Skool".
* Stupid spellings annoy me. Its School, not skool.
I may as well go have a blue rinse and apply for a bus pass.
So, what makes you feel past it? Or are you still cool enough to be down with the kids?