How a conversation with a 20-something colleague went today:
Him: "I love being this age and never want to get older. Shazzy, do you ever wish you could go back to your 20s?"
Me: "If I found a tardis that could take me back to my 20s, I would grab a hammer and smash it beyond all recognition before setting it alight."
Him: "Wow, so you didn't enjoy your 20s then?"
Me: "God yes, especially the living in London and seeing the world through a drunken haze bit. But being poor and a smart-arse, despite knowing absolutely nothing, drowning in a sea of hormones and inane anxiety, thinking society owed me and being crippled by a lack of confidence, yet still behaving like an arrogant, immature brat, as pretty much every 20-year-old on the planet does? Hell to the no..."
Him: "When you put it like that...."
As a sign of my increasing maturity, the thing that filled me with the most joy today were my white roses. I am about as far removed from Maggie Barry as it's possible to be, but I have been on rose watch for the past two weeks, ever since the buds first pushed their tiny faces towards the sun.
Soon, very soon, pitchers of them will fill every available surface, and their fragrance will hang like a heavy quilt over the house.
Give me white roses and a birthday cake weighed down with candles any day...
Him: "I love being this age and never want to get older. Shazzy, do you ever wish you could go back to your 20s?"
Me: "If I found a tardis that could take me back to my 20s, I would grab a hammer and smash it beyond all recognition before setting it alight."
Him: "Wow, so you didn't enjoy your 20s then?"
Me: "God yes, especially the living in London and seeing the world through a drunken haze bit. But being poor and a smart-arse, despite knowing absolutely nothing, drowning in a sea of hormones and inane anxiety, thinking society owed me and being crippled by a lack of confidence, yet still behaving like an arrogant, immature brat, as pretty much every 20-year-old on the planet does? Hell to the no..."
Him: "When you put it like that...."
As a sign of my increasing maturity, the thing that filled me with the most joy today were my white roses. I am about as far removed from Maggie Barry as it's possible to be, but I have been on rose watch for the past two weeks, ever since the buds first pushed their tiny faces towards the sun.
Soon, very soon, pitchers of them will fill every available surface, and their fragrance will hang like a heavy quilt over the house.
Give me white roses and a birthday cake weighed down with candles any day...
