Sometimes I feel like I should obsess over something a bit more respectable, like reading my textbooks for instance, or jogging or raising funds for orphan kids. Alas, such respectability is beyond me now for my body houses a shallow mind, so I get excited over TV shows and an actor. (A hot actor, mind you). But then again, why is it not valid to enormously appreciate such things? The amount of work that goes into producing a good television series is surely nothing to sniff at, while acting convincingly is not as easy as it seems. Just look at the number of bad actors there are out there. Of course, obsessing over things is made easier nowadays with more young people with disposable incomes, the internet providing us with endless facts and figures about our latest obsession, as well as connecting us with fellow obsessees all over the world. Knowing people with similar interests validates your obsession and makes you feel less guilty over it. Plus having somebody scream in a girly-mann...
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and when you go shopping, there seem to be a sea of white haired aunties, mammies and nanas around the stuff you want...
and when you go to concerts, you're surrounded by mammies and daddies boogeying madly, and you make up one of the 20% of the under-30's...
and..when you start using words like 'boogey' or even worse...'youngsters'(cringe)!!!
1. Those whom you find attractive and available are no longer your age, around your age or older. They are younger. Much younger.
2. You go for Seating Area instead of Standing Arena when booking tickets for a concert.
3. The bands you love have either a) disbanded b) died c) become obsolete d) all of the above.
4. You find little point in going clubbing; clubs have become too smoky/loud/crowded/hot/suffocating for your liking.
5. You start complaining about youngsters, starting your sentence with: `Young people these days ... '
6. Your cheeks and your boobs start to head south, amongst other things.
7. You resemble a dried old prune more than a ripe juicy plum.
8. You know what a VHS/floppy disk/black Michael Jackson looks like. You even remember the time when George Michael was straight.
9. You couldn't find much energy, enthusiasm or point in doing the same things you once held as top priority such as staying out all weekend, hanging out at a mamak stall until 4 a.m., cruising around town for boys/girls, meeting new acquaintances, partying all night ... the list goes on. And on and on.
:-)
Hahahahahahaha.
Repeat after me, Mirebella, "I am not a cradle snatcher, I am not a cradle snatcher."
I'll be Oprah and say,
You're only as old as the things you haven't achieved
KJ, don't encourage her! Re: Oprah, Hah, that makes me about one then - that makes me even more depressed.