Feeling Old

I had a weird moment the other day.

I've been in one of my "I think I'd really like a tattoo" moods (yes, I know how stupid that is). Usually, when I get into one of those moods I remind myself how tattoos are put on and taken off, and that's enough to talk myself out of it, but this time round I've been thinking "maybe the pain won't be quite so bad, and I can always keep it instead of having it removed"...

So I've defaulted to my Plan B, where I tell myself I can get the tattoo, but only if I still want the same design in the same place in a year's time. Usually, the fact that I a) get easily bored with ideas and b) usually can't remember them in a years' time anyway pretty much guarantees that I'll have forgotten all about it. If I haven't and I still want it, well no one could accuse me of doing this lightly or on a whim now, could they?

This is where the weird moment came in. I found myself saying to myself: "If you still want it a year from now you can get it for your 29th birthday". Then it suddenly occurred to me - I'm turning 29 in about a year!

29! I mean, seriously! I was sort of okay with being 27 and still having nothing to my name (apart from the letter trail - for which the quest will continue), but I was sort of hoping to have some sort of life to speak of well before I turned 29. You know, a place of my own, a job I could keep for more than a few months, that sort of thing. What are the odds I'll get any of that within a year?

Slim to none, I'd say.

Feeling old. Feeling slightly pathetic. *Sigh*.