|I'm thisclose to being officially old
||[Jan. 25th, 2012|07:40 am]
Clockwork Con. We had a really good time (I'll try to remember to post about it later) and I totally apologize for all my premisconceptions about the steampunk community.This past weekend Middle Daughter and I took a roadtrip to Austin, to attend |
But steampunk and roadtrips and cons isn't what this post is about. What this post is about is how I am old. Because I realized that lately I am really, really having to fight the urge to just say stuff. You know how old people totally lose their filters and throw decorum out the window and just say what they're thinking even though it might be...well...impolite?
I totally get that.
At one point during the weekend, we were standing by a group of people who appeared to be in their very early twenties. In the middle of the group was a girl who was strikingly pretty. Just as I was thinking to myself, what a pretty girl, a boy walked by the group and said hello. She responded with [expletive deleted] and then launched into a tirade about how much he annoyed her and he just needed to leave her alone. Not in a he's-a-stalker-and-I-need-to-get-a-restraining-order way, but in a he's-not-good-enough-to-be-speaking-to-me way.
And I came thisclose to saying, Honey, one of these days you're not going to be so young or so pretty. And when that day comes, you're going to have to have a personality to fall back on. Don't pick this one.