Lately I’ve noticed a few alarming things about myself. Things I would have never dreamed I’d say, do or be. It’s a scary reality and it’s happening fast… I am becoming my parents and this is how:
- Sometimes I get out of bed before 8am on the weekend, even though I don’t have to.
- I have listened to ABC NewsRadio, Radio National and 702 ABC Sydney all separately in the past week.
- I always put the bins out and send back the return to sender mail.
- Last night I chose to watch political coverage of the Labor leadership challenge over the State of Origin footy game… And I liked it.
- I tell my roommates that using blankets to keep warm is more efficient than a heater. When I’m cold I can actually hear my mother’s voice…“stop whinging and put some more clothes on”.
- I am mad for recycling. Recently I even emailed the local government to find out if a type of plastic was recyclable… Who am I?
- I made my housemate put some meat he was defrosting on a plate so the meat juice wouldn’t drip all over the fridge.
- I don’t have kids, but the thought of taking children to the Sydney Easter Show sickens me with terror.
- Sometimes I don’t know what new slang words mean and have to ask someone younger than me to explain it.
- I have Four Corners series linked on my Foxtel IQ.
Conversely, I still enjoy going to places with loud music and drunk people. I don’t have a mortgage or follow interest rate announcements intently. I don’t consider grocery shopping to be a fun outing nor do I consider doing the vacuuming at 7am on a Saturday an actual possibility. I still get asked for ID and at work am often looked to for the “young person’s” perspective. So until I find myself on the couch awoken by the rolling credits of Midsomer Murders on a Friday night, all is not lost. However, the slow forward march to death IS happening. And I look forward to one day being able to unashamedly yell at small children to keep off my grass.