(March 12, 2014 at 12:23 am)whateverist Wrote:(March 11, 2014 at 10:05 pm)Beccs Wrote: I have a rule for it. We must be going out together for three months before sex happens.
Wow, you must be incredibly hot to pull that off.
(March 11, 2014 at 9:02 pm)OfMiceAndMen Wrote: Tomorrow is my 27th birthday. I'm having a bit of anxiety about growing old. 27 years old. I'm nearly 1/3 of the way through my journey in this vessel. That's terrifying because I very much enjoy life.
I don't physically feel as though my life is 1/3 of the way to dead, however, mentally I feel as though death could knock on the door at any moment.
I'll settle on red velvet cake though
Happy birthday my pink-haired new friend. (Say hello to Bob for me.)
Twenty-seven seems so young to me, the prime of life physically. I enjoyed 27. Hadn't gone back to finish college yet. Lots of physical activity and pushing my limits that way. Was winding down my first marriage.
I just hit 61 and my wife of 30+ years is at 71. We have friends in their 80's and I have many in their 30's that I work with. I like getting older. I like the greater sense of perspective as well as the accumulation of financial stability, something I hope future working class folk can still accomplish. The worse part is the inevitable physical decline.
My Lia also tends to worry and obsess about the future too. I feel for you both. In my limited experience, it seems to be a more common problem for women than men. Hyper vigilance could be a trait more highly selected for moms. Who knows, maybe.
No, just picky.
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"