Y'all know about my Sirius Radio subscription, right? I posted about it awhile back. Anyhoo, I really, really like it but sometimes it makes me feel really, really old. Like, there's the 90s channel where it not only gives the name/artist of the song but also lists the debut year. I swear, at least 8 times out of 10 I see the year for a particular song and I am genuinely surprised because it doesn't seem (to me) like the song came out then. A good example? Hotstepper - 1994. Really? I mean, it doesn't seem possible that the song came out in 1994 - it seems so much more recent than that but I guess I can't count being a sophomore in high school as a very recent life occurrence anymore, right. Hahaha
Add that 90s station to my general life outlook right now and you should just put me in a nursing home. Where did all these wrinkles on my face come from? Why do my hands look like dried paper all the time? When did I acquire a few spots of varicose veins? Will my stomach ever be in a state that doesn't make me want to vomit when I see it in the mirror? (this, I believe, is more due to kids than age but still!) The list goes on! I was telling my girlfriends the other week that 5 years ago I totally did not believe in cosmetic plastic surgery. Now? I'm not so sure. I mean, if I had the money would I get some things "fixed"? Yes. If I'm truthful with myself, the answer is yes.
I do enjoy my subscription and the music choices available. Sometimes, though, I don't enjoy the reminder that I am (inevitably and unstoppably) getting older. Hahaha
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