I didn’t post last week in solidarity with the writer’s strike (kidding!)—- so anyway, I revisited my hot eye doctor this weekend but without a disgusting eye infection this time so I was kind of firing with all cylinders (answering if lens 1 or 2 was better). One of these days I’m going to look at his left hand instead of his left ear because I keep getting flustered to remember to check if he is in fact married. It’s so crazy that my mom told me that I have a lot more silver hairs than I did this time last year and I can’t stop thinking about it. But also that could mean anything. I partook in a lot more box dye this year than usual. Also other than hyperfixating on whether or not my nasolabial folds have ALWAYS been this prominent or if they were becoming more noticeable due to aging, I have remained blissfully convinced of my youthful appearance. Being a woman is a prison BUT a stranger at a family friend function recently asked me what I was majoring in and I smugly said I graduated a while ago so baby’s still got it (the ‘it’ in this context hopefully referencing my parents’ aging well genes).
I think a lot of these feelings are arising because a lot of the Big Albums (Pure Heroine, AM, Matangi) of my youth are turning a decade this year and it’s making me feel physically ill. The irony of it all is that I won’t even know true pain until I am 31 years old and realize that Melodrama — arguably a huge influence during the development of my frontal lobe — has turned 10. Anyway, I will now stop using math to torture us all. I bought a Blur t-shirt yesterday and while it is so interesting to have Damon Albarn and Graham Coxon’s faces on a tshirt, I have realized that I forgot to look up if any of the members have been canceled recently. This is the folly of indulging your inner teenager too much. You might age well but all of your idols don’t :)
xx.
literally have been doing intense research on facial tension release re: nasolabial folds