A couple of days ago, I had a conversation with a friend about learning to act one's age. Let's be real, we all struggle with this. OK, I struggle with this. (And honestly, you probably do, too.) There are times when the 13 year old inside of me rears her self-centered head and I have to send her to her room. But, for the most part, I've learned to leave that crap behind me, so when I see it around me, in grown adults, in their 30s and 40s, I want to shake the adolescent bravado right out of them.
Growing up is tricky. We are inundated with a drive towards staying young in all forms of media. And it's attractive! We all want to hang on to that fleeting time period when we had the freedom to do what we wanted to, with little to no responsibility or sense of future, other than the future was limitless. Right? (Or, the future seemed scary and we didn't want to glance in that direction. Either way, those mercurial days are yearned for.)
Why do you think I love all things 90s? We probably all cling to the era in which we came of age. And, it's good to maintain a youthful spirit, to hang on to that energy, to keep living life as if the future is limitless.
On the flip side of that, maybe grow up a little. If you are at the point in your life that you might want to experience things like a long-term healthy relationship, or owning a home, or having a kid, or actually following your passion, or (gasp) making a difference, you kind of have to grow up, at least a little.
Yes, take care of yourself, exercise, strive to look your best, and have fun. But, throwing tantrums in bars, or having random sex without a condom, or doing cocaine in a bathroom at 2 AM, or not paying your taxes because fuck the man, or rejecting any and all adult responsibilities because you think if you look cute and play dumb you'll get your way.... is lame.
And it's not a good look. And you're too old for this. And you can still have fun and be sexy and feel young without acting like you're Peter Pan or Lolita when you're 40. Because that is not so cute. Seriously. Even at 30, not so cute. (Late 20s, you're pushing it.)
So my unsolicited advice for the day is to stop acting like a teenager. You're not one. You would never have hung out with the you now in high school anyway.
PS. Since Halloween is coming....
(If you look into the world of "couples costumes" you can find, well not hours, but maybe 20 minutes of good entertainment.)