Things to Laugh About

Sub-Title: Things That Remind Me I'm 30 in Two Months


Today was the longest day ever. There was work, where I did things that have nothing to do AT ALL with my actual job. There was rain. There were no parking spots at USC so I had to walk in the rain. There was the class I walked to where AGAIN we had to go around the table and tell what our dissertation ideas are. Eeeeek! That's all I have to say about that. The more I have to stammer and stumble through the dissertation topic talk, the more confused I feel, which is just the nature of things I guess. Because there was no food in my house, I ended the day with a 7:30 trip to Publix, which was ridiculous and where the laughing/sobbing about my age thing started.

Let me explain. I had to stand at the deli for 15 minutes waiting on the three deli people to slice me a half a pound of turkey. Let me do the approximate math (because I can't do real math at the moment) for you--that's about 8 slices, so like 1 slice for every 1 and a half to 2 minutes-ish. Standing there watching deli workers be ridiculous, I aged. While I was aging, I turned to see about 5 girls come into the store. They were smiling and happy. Not tired. They were in college and had obviously piled into the car to take a fun trip to the store. In college, going to the store is fun. They were wearing leggings and rain boots. All of them. Let me just be honest about leggings. They are tricky. Unless you are 20. Then, they are spectacular. But as someone who was aging at the deli counter, I immediately felt annoyed/envious by their spectacular leggings and rain boots. As they came down the aisle, they filled their cart with awesome things like boxes of Capri Sun, sushi that'd been there since 2PM probably, jars of olives (um, martinis, duh), a random orange, and other things that looked nothing like the stuff in my cart. Remember I was aging at the deli, so I had lots of time to look in their carts as they tooled around in their rain boots.

So the point is that when you are faced with these situations, you have two options: 1) you can laugh and blog about it, or 2) you can sob about how old you are, how you can't wear leggings anymore (or maybe could, but never would), how drinking a Capri Sun seems stupid because you could drink water from the sink instead and save five dollars, how you don't really like sushi, even if it is trendy, and how you prefer your martinis without the olives because actually eating dinner seems much more appealing.