Being able to just do nothing all day really does wonders on a persons self esteem and outlook on life. Granted, I didn’t waste the whole day away, but being by myself for long periods of time always helps me recharge. Supposedly it’s a very common trait among Aquarius people.
I got up around 10. The construction down the street was upsetting to the dogs (the structure will end up blocking my view once complete so I’m none to happy about it either) so they were barking like a bunch of fools and forced me out of bed. Once I was awake I was able to indulge in some leftovers. They’re even better cold. After that I signed on for a while, and then decided I should probably do something with my day and went and swept the down stairs. After collecting enough dirt and sand to build an ant hill (not kidding) and enough fur to make a sweater (ok maybe only half a sweater) I went and got the vacuum. I then proceeded to vacuum the entire floor, and then the couch (which had a second ant hill in its crevices) and then made my way up to my room.
I got side tracked and did a bit of laundry, then I made my bed, then I sat and tried to make myself a logo for my blog. I couldn’t draw things the way I envisioned them, so the paper was burned in my fireplace to hide any evidence. Once that was done, I vacuumed my floor and then was done for the day. I think I did another load of laundry somewhere in there, but it was only a small one. I really didn’t do too much when you actually look at how much time I had in my day. I had hoped to read and finish my scarf and do all kinds of things, but all of the sudden it’s almost eleven and my day has disappeared. I did get a cute picture of my cat though.
Oh and look at my African violet! It hasn’t bloomed since… wow, November. I hadn’t realized it’d been so long.
It’s jus a shame none of them smell when they bloom. They are pretty though.
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I thought a lot about being old today. I looked threw my year book a bit, and was actually sad when I got to the senior sections. They had all these pictures of them as kids, and then what they looked like now, and I was kind of jealous. They’ll look back at their lives and see how wonderful it was. Some of them were still in the same group of friends they’d been in since elementary school. I haven’t kept the same friends for more than two years. My youth is wasting away from me, because I’ve already decided to grow up. Being a teenager isn’t an option for me anymore; my brain doesn’t even know how to do that. Teens love running around with friends, hanging out at the mall, getting drunk at crazy parties, and not worrying about the world. I can’t do any of that. It’s just not in me.
It amazes me how much people don’t realize. They don’t seem to think about anything. Every time I see something terrible happening, I feel sorry and try to defend the person or at least do something. Most of the people I know just look and then turn away. They don’t even talk about it. One of my friends in particular was completely clueless as to why I was irritated one day when a couple of guys were talking about me and throwing things at me. She honestly had no idea as to what was happening, even though she was sitting right next to me. How do you NOT see things like that? I don’t understand how you can see someone being tortured right in front of you, and not realize what’s going on.
Age has always been a bit of a screwy thing with me. I’ve always felt old. I’ve always paid more attention to things most people my age wouldn’t bother to notice. I know how to knit and have my own garden for Christ sake! My life is that of a retired person. I have my cute little yippee dog to prove it. Most of my thoughts are those of someone in there 70’s. Whenever I think about people my own age, I refer to them as young people and don’t connect myself to them at all. In almost all of my interests I’m the youngest by two decades. Anytime I talk about anything with people my age, they look at me like I’m insane because my knowledge is random and extensive. I couldn’t tell you who the latest and greatest rapper is, I stopped listening to the radio years ago. I often think about what it was like in the 60’s and 70’s and sometimes feel like I remember something from the time period. I’ve always believed in reincarnation and I honestly think I was alive during those times. Everything about me feels old.
It might not come through in my writing all the time, but I do regard myself as old. I have to remind myself that I’m only 16. Jesus, I’ve still got 70 years until I die. *losses train of thought* I’ve completely forgotten why I was telling you all of this. Crap. Urgh, that’s annoying. Oh and I forgot to mention, I’ve got a terrible memory. I’m constantly asking people to repeat things from halfway through our conversations, and if you ask me to do something you can pretty much forget about it. It wouldn’t surprise me if I end up like Dory from Finding Nemo in a few years. At least I might be happy then.
I’ve never really thought of myself as an ‘age’ as such. I think I mentally bounce anywhere from 6 to about 30 – I never let myself get any older than that, I’m not sure why. And I hate that sometimes I fit into the stereotype of a typically ‘teenager’, but I’m also kinda proud of it. That I can do all that, and still be so much more intelligent than most people my age or older (I may also have a slight superiority complex 🙂 )
Your youth isn’t ‘wasting away’ because you enjoy what you’re doing now. You don’t sound like the type of person who’ll sit and regret all the times you could’ve gotten wasted and had unprotected sex but didn’t 😛 Enjoy your 70s…for all 50+ years of them 😀
Ha ha, your memory really IS terrible! 😀
My age tends to very with the group of people I’m with, haha.
Aww, I love that. “Enjoy your 70s…for all 50+ years of them.” It applies so wonderfully.
Yeah, my great grandma had Alzheimer’s, my dad is a numbskull and can’t remember anything, my aunt is starting to loose her mind, and my other aunt is progressively loosing her memory.
It’s interesting how little people’s age sometimes corresponds with how old they feel they are. My little sister is like you, she feels like an “old soul”. I’m the opposite, there are parts of me that still feel about 13 or 14. I still love giggling like a little school-girl over stupid, silly things. lol Unlike you, I decided I WASN’T going to grow up (EVER!) when I was 12! lol!
I’m really glad you were able to (sort of) “come out!” 🙂 It’s a much more comfortable place to be in, as long as you have a few friends who can support you.
Your cat is really cute too! I just want to rub his (her?) belly!! 🙂
Yes well don’t 90% if guys stop maturing after age 12? Lol.
I’m still very closed about my sexuality though. This is the only place I ever talk about it. So what, maybe two hours a week I spend actually letting myself be who I am? I’m sure that’s healthy.
Her. She’s a cutie when she’s sleeping. When shes awake she’s a spaz.
i feel old too. my friends are always wondering why i react to things differently then them. i always say it’s because unlike them i’m not blinded into not seeing the consequences of my actions. the call me old lady for the rest of the day. apparently not taking stupid risks is not being a teenager.
I love ur cat and ur plant.
Nope, you’re supposed to run around like a buffoon all the time; doped up on crack and drunk as hell. Very annoying if I do say so myself. I’m very much so an old woman lol. Yay for the young-old women’s club!
This post supports my theory that people just ‘are’ an age, at least inside their head.
I always think that I am the youngest person in the room, and I think that I have felt this way since I was about 16 (several decades ago). I often make the mistake of thinking that I am younger than people who in terms of years really are younger than me.
This way of thinking has never been deliberate, it’s just the way I am.
Yes, it’s the same with me. I don’t MEAN to think this way; it’s just how I’ve always felt. I’m either 6 years old, or I’m 60. And on rare occasion I’m somewhere in the middle. I think I’ve got some emotional disorders, as well as several memory issues. I’m a big mess even if I’m not clinically diagnosed.
Same here. Yesterday, I had the second worst day of my life. My guitar tuner analog fell off. School was SO bad. In meaning I slept through 2 hours of the day. Also I learned two songs on the acoustic guitar. Have you heard of the bitching beetles. They’re tight!!! 😆
You seem to get bored all the time dude. No problem, this is an often thing. But no, he did something that made his life better. it comes with taking pictures of those beautiful violets. Though, an apple tree are on of my favorite plants. Did your mom plant those. Because if she did, I would go right there stalk you or ring your doorbell and give her the compliment she needed.
I always get up around 5 or 6 in the morning. Why does everybody wake up late in the morning!!!!!! Goddamn it!!! Though, it pays off! 😀
Dogs are sensitive when it comes to big noises like the freaking construction workers. But, luckily for our neighborhood, everybody is a deep sleeper. So, nobody (especially me) hears the construction during night. Last time, (when everybody was asleep) the construction workers accident;y hit a gas pipe. So, now the neighborhood is fatal. Lol. Just kidding. The gas leak is all the way underground where the TV wires are. I also jumped in one of those holes with the wires. Luckily I survived. 🙂
Yeah, I’ve heard about the beetles. They’re the British one’s right?
It comes with being a teenager I think. Both the boredom and the sleep time. Kids have a tendency to get up earlier. Teenager’s brains work weird in that they don’t feel tired until about two hours after they actually are tired. Which is why teens stay up so late.
My mom bought these violets years ago. We have an apple tree in the back, but she didn’t plant that. It was here when we bought it. We won’t have any fruit until next year though.
Thankfully they took today off. They’ve been really irritating lately. I hope they turned off the gas to your neighborhood. That can be really dangerous.
I seriously hope you are joking about the beetles. I think Andrew is talking about another band, and Willowbatel, the british band you are talking about is The Beatles. And if you are an old soul you should be familiar with them. 😉
Lol, yes I was humoring him.
Music hasn’t ever been my forte. I’d really like to learn how to play the piano though.