Hello There, Fellow Kids
Sep. 11th, 2023 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
netgirl_y2kGotta say, I am not enjoying this September heatwave. You had your chance, Summer, and you fucked it, just accept that it's Autumn now and move on.
Last week, I (aged 40 and one quarter) got ID'd buying alcohol in, of all places, Aldi. Which was absurd not just because of my aforementioned actual age, but because what kind of underaged binge drinker buys a bottle of organic Pinot Grigio along with a job lot of reduced parsnips with which to make soup. What happened, I think, was that it was one of the really sunny days so I had a baseball cap pulled sort of low over my eyes, and if you can't see my very grey hair then I am sort of baby faced, plus my fashion sense is half fourteen year old lesbian and half middle aged dad and that throws people's perception of my age off. But, the take away is that I am never taking that hat off.
I met my buddy Tom for a 'couple' of pints at two on Saturday afternoon and we left the pub at chucking out time, something that we haven't done since since our mid-twenties, because how on Earth did we ever do that on the regular, both financially and not-dying wise?
Tom and I have been mates since Freshers Week when one of us (memories differ on whether it was him or me) drunkenly fell down the stairs in the student union and landed on the other, but we've been seeing progressively less and less of each other since we both moved out of Glasgow, him so his boy could live in a house with a garden, me to be closer to my parents who are getting older. His wife is disabled and he is having a tough time adjusting to being a full time carer and feeling guilty for making it about him, except I didn't know that, because he is A Boy and can't go 'Hey, I'm having kind of a rough time and could really use a friend, could we find some time to hang out and talk' instead he had to engineer a binge drinking event and vomit his feelings across the table at some point after the fourth pint.
I realise this is gender essentialist, and that masculinity contains multitudes, many of whom embrace the full spectrum of human feelings and the expression thereof, but for some reason all the dudes that I'm friends with, though genuinely wonderful in many ways, are what you would get if you asked an AI to 3D print you some straight men.
And, like, I am glad that our day out seemed to take a weight off his mind, and I'm grateful for the reminder that I should continue to reach out and make time for our friendship even though we don't see each other every day anymore. But, Jesus wept, the hangover...
As as an aside, I was wearing a t-shirt with a cartoon dragon in the pride colours on it for no other reason that it was the thing at the top of the clean washing pile, and Tom peered at me and went '....is that- Welsh Pride?'
Like, yeah man, I'm coming out as Welsh.
Bless him. He tries.
I also think I got hit on by a chick who who was determined to tell me how awesome my hair is. I think this Captain Pike grey hair is going to be my superpower, I truly do.
Last week, I (aged 40 and one quarter) got ID'd buying alcohol in, of all places, Aldi. Which was absurd not just because of my aforementioned actual age, but because what kind of underaged binge drinker buys a bottle of organic Pinot Grigio along with a job lot of reduced parsnips with which to make soup. What happened, I think, was that it was one of the really sunny days so I had a baseball cap pulled sort of low over my eyes, and if you can't see my very grey hair then I am sort of baby faced, plus my fashion sense is half fourteen year old lesbian and half middle aged dad and that throws people's perception of my age off. But, the take away is that I am never taking that hat off.
I met my buddy Tom for a 'couple' of pints at two on Saturday afternoon and we left the pub at chucking out time, something that we haven't done since since our mid-twenties, because how on Earth did we ever do that on the regular, both financially and not-dying wise?
Tom and I have been mates since Freshers Week when one of us (memories differ on whether it was him or me) drunkenly fell down the stairs in the student union and landed on the other, but we've been seeing progressively less and less of each other since we both moved out of Glasgow, him so his boy could live in a house with a garden, me to be closer to my parents who are getting older. His wife is disabled and he is having a tough time adjusting to being a full time carer and feeling guilty for making it about him, except I didn't know that, because he is A Boy and can't go 'Hey, I'm having kind of a rough time and could really use a friend, could we find some time to hang out and talk' instead he had to engineer a binge drinking event and vomit his feelings across the table at some point after the fourth pint.
I realise this is gender essentialist, and that masculinity contains multitudes, many of whom embrace the full spectrum of human feelings and the expression thereof, but for some reason all the dudes that I'm friends with, though genuinely wonderful in many ways, are what you would get if you asked an AI to 3D print you some straight men.
And, like, I am glad that our day out seemed to take a weight off his mind, and I'm grateful for the reminder that I should continue to reach out and make time for our friendship even though we don't see each other every day anymore. But, Jesus wept, the hangover...
As as an aside, I was wearing a t-shirt with a cartoon dragon in the pride colours on it for no other reason that it was the thing at the top of the clean washing pile, and Tom peered at me and went '....is that- Welsh Pride?'
Like, yeah man, I'm coming out as Welsh.
Bless him. He tries.
I also think I got hit on by a chick who who was determined to tell me how awesome my hair is. I think this Captain Pike grey hair is going to be my superpower, I truly do.
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Date: 2023-09-11 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-09-11 08:27 am (UTC)In the fit of responsible adulting I'd made and portioned up a big batch of curried parsnip soup earlier in the week, and it was the only thing I could eat yesterday.
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Date: 2023-09-11 10:50 pm (UTC)