A Bottomless Cup
by Jeremy Beth Michaels

I have been confronted with getting older lately… Not that I mind, there are a lot of great things about not being 20 and going through that not knowing “what it all means” phase.

Now, it’s like, “Ok, I’m in my 30’s and I get that I will never know what it all means”… and sadly or apathetically, I am completely ok with that.

I feel like I am at a crossroads, I could continue doing things that could potentially be harmful to my future like going out in the sun without sunscreen, drinking too much tequila when I should be at home writing, playing hooky from work, not taking off my makeup at night, but it is so much fun to be a little naughty, right??

Like I should be planning for my future or start to eat three square meals a day, getting 30 minutes a day of  vigorous exercise, getting a good night sleep, yadda yadda, yadda it just seems soooooooo boring.

Should my outlook be that I WANT to improve my quality of life, or am I going through what I like to call the 30’s puberty?  It’s kind of where you already have all your pubic hair, but you get Brazilians on purpose to forget that you’re not a 20 year old anymore. You have a full time job, pay your rent but you still lie and say you have food poisoning a couple times a year to get out of work.

It’s where all your body parts have fully developed, but emotionally you’re still a sophomore in high school and maturity is sadly following at a very, very slow pace.  This is where your conscious starts to step in and now you actually become your own mother and start giving yourself the Spanish Inquisition at all times of the day.   It’s just as annoying as when your mom did it but now it’s you and only you, scolding yourself and telling you to not forget to call home when you get there and then you realize that, I am now telling myself to call myself. Insanity has set in.
  
All this nostalgia has got me thinking a lot about Lindsay Lohan. I actually liked (notice past tense here) her acting and I am kind of fascinated with the life she leads and to be quite honest I am a little jealous. To be 23 again, not to mention having as much money as she does wouldn’t suck either.  Her parents are complete morons and that in itself would kind of give me free reign to keep partying with the same kind of senseless pride that she does, which makes it a little more fun to say, maybe (keep your fingers crossed) she’ll grow out of it.

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