Tomorrow, resident man-boy is going on a night out and I'm excited to have the house to myself. On a Saturday night, I plan to sit in my PJ's on the sofa, (where am less likely to encounter corners and things that I can trip over) watching 500 Days of Summer despite the fact that I know it back to front. Much like my pants.
Realising that the above (500 Days and a night of heavenly hermitude, not wearing underwear wrong) is my idea of a glorious Saturday night surprises me. Only two or three years ago, I would be necking JagerBombs in panic at even the idea of having to spend a weekend *gasp* indoors(!).
People sometimes casually drop the idea of being "the wrong side of [insert age here]" into conversation, which is stupid, because how can any age be wrong unless you're terrible at counting? However, I'm recently starting to see a noticeable difference between pre and post 25 me. I wouldn't say I'm on the "wrong" side of 25, but I'm certainly on the comfier one. I am going to document some differences between pre and post 25 year old me, because post 25 year me likes documenting things and lists. Excuse me while I push my invisible spectacles up my nose:
Hang Overs
Pre 25: Hits pubs at every available opportunity (i.e "night time"), soldiers on through work four hours after last "sesh" ended with a bit of a headache and maybe a slightly more intense craving for McDonalds chicken nuggets than normal. Worth it.
Post 25: Still suffering the after effects of one night out that happened several days ago. No amount of burgers and milkshakes can appease her. Hates everyone. Is never drinking again. Wants another milkshake. GET HER A MILKSHAKE!
Sleep
Pre 25: Can get by on a few hours. Bit grumpy, but will live.
Post 25: No one who dares cross her path after less than seven hours' sleep will live. You have been warned.
Emotions
Pre 25: "I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS THAT I EVEN HAVE MULTIPLE COMPLEX FEELINGS ABOUT THE FEELINGS!!!!!
.....FEELINGS!!!!!!!!"
Post 25: "Something doesn't feel quite right inside. Must be hungry."Exercise
Pre 25: Considers "dancing" (i.e flapping arms higher in the air to music with each drink) enough to burn off excess energy. Also lifting heavy bricks of cheese to face is excellent weight training. With this much calcium intake combined with all the lifting, am never going to get osteoperosis. Hurrah!
Post 26: Requires daily sweat-fest of some variety in order not to go ferile. Bit like a dog. Requires regular walkies and enjoys finding out new stuff that can accomplish with own body all the time. Still enjoys flappy-arm drunk dancing, but not as solid a staple to exercise routine as once was. Mostly because has to wedge feet into silly high heels to carry out activity. Heels are silly. Wants cheese brick. Mmm, cheese brick.
Example of what body can accomplish #1: Becky prepares to lift the moon.
Self Image
Pre 25: Is convinced that own body is betraying self by visually screaming its own flaws in poor onlookers' faces. Spends inordinate amount of time hoping that no one notices how many things are wrong with own appearance and that dying hair a different colour every month will help to achieve this.
Post 25: More concerned with what body can do (marathon/lift stuff over own head/open jars to unlock gherkins and chilli peppers) than how it looks. Occasionally disturbed, but mostly just amused at how funny looking self can be from certain angles, but would feel weird if suddenly had perfectly symmetrical features and/or massive boobies. Wouldn't be self. Brain no longer fights with body most of the time. Too old for that shit.
...I'm so mature and wise now. If I could only learn how to dress myself and not share my beverages with my lower body, I'd be a fully fledged grown up.
Now, who moved my colouring book? I've got some serious art to tackle. Did you know they do colouring books for adults now?! I didn't until just this week. Adult colouring books take the title of July's Best Discovery!
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