I have become very obessed with my wrinkles lately.
They are not overly visible, but my skin is not as young as it used to be.
It is not even that I am scared of getting *old*, but middle age is what really bothers me.
Too young to be offered a seat on the bus and too old to still be considered young.
I lead a fairly young life. I study, I am single, I get excited about new records, I travel to new places on my own and sleep in youth hostels, I am idealistic and still annoyed at the state of the world rather than just accepting it as it is. I answer "I don't know" when people ask my age not tp be coy, but because I really cannot remember half the time.
Most people my age are in long term relationships or married, some have bred already.
This seems alien and far away to me still, it is not something I crave at this point all too much.
I think what is frightening about getting older is that it is the one thing about my life I cannot change.
And now for something completely different.
I watched the most utterly boring and uninspiring movie ever yesterday. Ingmar Bergmann's Scenes of a Marriage. Can someone enlighten me, please, why this is held in such high regard?
There were a couple of mildly amusing bits in it, but most of it was just tediously uninteresting.
6:35 p.m. - 2004-06-05
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