Proof that I'm going to be the hip old lady on the block someday.

[blueerica]

As always, EH1812 hits it on the nose: the feeling that you're not quite who you might have led others to believe. A sense of fraud in one's own coolness, or intelligence; I feel it every day.

The one thing I've been trying to learn myself over these last few months, this last year, whatever, is that we're rarely the ugly, malformed people we see in the mirrors in our darkest moments. More often than not, we are more beautiful than we can ever recognize. I think that's the curse of the thinking person. To be so self-conscious that they bring themselves some form of misery, over-thinking the basics in life, as opposed to being a part of the now that they're in.

And trust me, Audra, you will most definitely be the hip old lady on the block someday. Just not today. And not for quite a while longer you beautiful, young thing, you.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by blueerica

As always, EH1812 hits it on the nose: the feeling that you're not quite who you might have led others to believe. A sense of fraud in one's own coolness, or intelligence; I feel it every day.

The one thing I've been trying to learn myself over these last few months, this last year, whatever, is that we're rarely the ugly, malformed people we see in the mirrors in our darkest moments. More often than not, we are more beautiful than we can ever recognize. I think that's the curse of the thinking person. To be so self-conscious that they bring themselves some form of misery, over-thinking the basics in life, as opposed to being a part of the now that they're in.

And trust me, Audra, you will most definitely be the hip old lady on the block someday. Just not today. And not for quite a while longer you beautiful, young thing, you.

I would mojo you, if I could. Heck, I would try to make mad passionate love to you if you were single and a lesbian, and I were a lesbian and not a failed hasbian. Oh, E. You do say the most perfect things. Lovely, lovely girl.

Come hang out with me while we're still preserved (mint, baby - MINT!) in our original, youthful packaging. And for the rest of our lives. We could be the next Golden Girls!

[wendybeth]

If you really want to be honest with the young gent, I think perhaps you need to tell him that you are a hyperosmiac harpy from hell. You know, full disclosure and all that.

I feel for you, Eliza- you are in that uncomfortable place sort of in-between youth and dotage. Just remember, dear, the male of the species peaks at 17, while we women tend to take our time- 37 or so. So, chronologically your friend is seven years behind you, but biologically you are peers. In the sack, anyway....