In five days, I will be 27. Matt already hosted a very classy pre-birthday gala for me this past weekend, complete with party hats and flip cup and a jam session on Rock Band. I think I guzzled one too many cheap beers because I’ve been feeling slower than usual in the cranium. No, really. I’ll try to write something on Twitter and I’m like, “Uhhhhhhhh, hi guys. Whatcha doing? Oh that’s cool.” I’ll try to speak in sentences and I’m like, “Ohhhhhh yeah uh huh so … wanna … pizza?” It’s very annoying. I hope my brain cells replenish soon.
I also think I might be getting sick. This sore throat has been prarie dogging it for weeks and it’s just like enough already! Am I sick or am I not sick? If I am, please let me know ASAP so I can change into sweats, pop some drugs and rent High School Musical 1 & 2. The indecisiveness of germs kills me.
Wait, what were we talking about? Oh yes. In five days, I will be 27, I didn’t really want to write an OH-MY-GAWD-I’M-ALMOST-27 post because it’s kind of insensitve to anyone who’s 28 or 29 or (Lord help you) 42. But I suppose much of the reason why I’ve been feeling the way I’ve been feeling is because OH MY GAWD I’M ALMOST 27. Did you really think I could let a birthday pass by without a proper meltdown?
The best word to describe this feeling is … restless? Confined? Stuck on the hamster wheel of life? Oh wait, that’s seven words. I’m not quite sure. I’ve just been experiencing this swelling urge to catapult myself to someplace new. Like with the whole moving in together thing. With Matt, I’ve been blurting out this kind of nonsense all the time and I need to stop. I’ll be asking him about plans for the evening: “Do you want Thai food? Do you want to order the yellow curry? Do you want to rent a movie?” And then I’d casually let it slip: “Do you want to get married?” I’ve probably proposed to him 38462014 times and each could win the prize for most awkward and unromantic.
But I don’t even know that marriage is what I want at this very moment and he realizes this and I love him for giving my many proposals the eye-rolls they deserve. In all honesty, I don’t know exactly what I want in any area of my life right now and it’s driving me insane. Careerwise, it’s an even bigger issue. I’ve whined about this before, but my industry is a sinking ship and yet I’m still here, treading water. How can I move forward? When will things level out so that can I have clear goals again? I need to start running. Not sure where, but somewhere.
Or maybe I should just chill out for a little while. Take a breath. Maybe even take a might-be-sick day.
I’ll be okay. After all, I’m only going to be 27.
Having just turned 27 two months before, I totally get the feeling of being in a hamster wheel that you just can’t get out of. It took me a really long while to decide what do, and then I applied for grad school.
So take your time and chill out for a bit. We’re only 27. We’re still young.
Right?
Eeeeks, I can totally understand your freaking out even though 27 isn’t old. I’m not even 21 yet, but I feel old and can’t believe I have been living on this earth for 20 years. It’s a crazy thought!
Eh, I’m 30. Ain’t no big thang. At least, it’s only as big of a deal as you make it. As long as your living life and not waiting for some landmark to happen before your life “begins,” that’s the key to being happy as you get older.
My husband called me on his 27th birthday and left me a long FREAKING OUT message about being almost 30.
It was cute.
Then I told him to get over it. :)
“Stuck on the hamster wheel of life? ” That’s good. Real good. I may have to use that some time. I understand your freakout. I think I freaked out on every bday after 26. I still feel like I could be 22, er 4 ish. What about getting your own place? That would be a move forward, and maybe not one so relationship defining if you’re not ready for all that.
i don’t know why but i read this whole post like you were saying it very very very fast.
odd.
I would like to make the argument that beer makes you smarter, citing Cliff from Cheers.
A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That’s why you always feel smarter after a few beers.
Also, I would like to eat yellow curry.
ah. ahhhhh. hello. from a broadcast journalism student who reads about the SINKING SHIP industry. oh journalism. sigh sigh sigh. maybe i’ll switch to being a rich man’s personal assistant program. rich people will always need personal assistants. until robots take over the duties. or something.
regardlessssss. HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAY. 27 is NOT OLD. and you are FABULOUS.
27 is old. We are old. It is sad. :(
I am sad I wasn’t invited to the cheap beer and flip cup birthday party. Offended actually.
oh it’s so right that you are a Scorpio!! of course you are. so am i ;) my birthday is november 10th :) and i’ll be 34! and i am happy about that. thirties are awesome. now when i turn 40 that will be hard.
take garlic, echinachea (it really works, seriously), and green tea. put hot packs on your chest.
happy almost not quite just about BIRTHDAY!
xo
I turn 27 this month too. I am freaking out as well. Ayye. I remember the 26 post – and that age 26 is considered the adult age. Well, we have no excuse now. 27, here we come!!!!
I’m right there with you, old lady ;) I turned 27 just 3 weeks ago. It freaked me out and threw me into such a state of flux that I did something crazy … I started a business. That will make my life meaningful, right?!?! We’ll see! Anyway, enjoy your birthday week and fret after. This week is all about YOU and FRIVOLITY!
Happy almost-birthday!
This is the first year I’ve had a spaz-down (spaz out? meltdown? I couldn’t decide) about getting a year older so I completely sympathize. As a fellow member of the sinking ship industry, I feel your pain. Boo.
Oh, 27! Not old! But I know the feeling as a twenty “something” with no clear plan in life except the very bold “I want to write. Something.”
You know, you could just subtract a few years. It’s worked for famous women. . .
No freaking-out allowed, missy! (Says this 28-year-old.) :)