My Mum turns 50 tomorrow; I took much joy in saying to her "hey Mum, how does it feel to be in the last day of your 40s?" - making her think of it like that really seemed to hit home how much of a milestone it is. It was marvelous.
I've never been bothered about age; this is probably because, at the age of 21, I still look around 16. I still get asked for ID whenever I wish to buy an alcoholic drink at a public house where they don't know me, and - quite frankly - I still often act ridiculously childish. For example, #InitialsOfSomeoneWhoMeansSomething was trending on Twitter yesterday, so I searched for the hashtag along with either "TM" or "TJM" in the post, and out sent 37 replies just saying "Thanks", pretending I thought it was for me. I gained a few responses, including:
"well you got the Tom part right..."
"umm....not you.",
"no....."
"who are you?"
"that's for my little brother....awk"
and my favourite,
"who are you?"
"that's for my little brother....awk"
and my favourite,
"woa... NOT YOU:/ sorry:)"
I love how the "NOT YOU" is capitalised, as if to say "the notion if it being for you is ludicrous!", but there is then an apology and a smiley face. It makes no sense!
I love how the "NOT YOU" is capitalised, as if to say "the notion if it being for you is ludicrous!", but there is then an apology and a smiley face. It makes no sense!
This, ultimately, resulted in me being suspended by Twitter. I had to reactivate my account, and promise to never do it again.
But is this a problem?
To answer this, I will tell you a little bit about my Mum. Mum works part-time at a local playgroup, so gets paid to run around singing songs and making animal noises, all with elaborate actions - this is close to my dream job, let's be honest. Upon being told that my Mum was about to turn 50, a teenager who knows her through a family friend replied "really? she doesn't act 50".
Basically, my Mum is bloody awesome.
I'm never going to grow out of this silliness that emanates from me. Isn't that a lovely thought? :)
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