In addition to the sprinkling of white hairs I’m starting to pluck from my head, and my growing love for crawling into bed at or before 10 p.m., I’ve started to notice my inner old lady making more frequent appearances. She comes out most forcefully in chaotic situations (like when crankily standing in the disorganized line at the deli, for example), but also, I’ve recently noticed, when places are very loud.
Case in point: I walked into a burger joint a few weeks ago that was blaring loud pop music. After placing my takeout order and sitting down to wait for it–feeling my jaw tighten the whole time–I grabbed my bag of food when it was ready, walked out of the place and promptly said to R., “That would be a nice place to eat if it wasn’t so noisy!”
Believe it or not, I’m actually turning 31 next month, not 81, though you might not be able to tell sometimes.
Do you all have an inner old lady (or man) who comes out from time to time? At this point I’m just trying to embrace mine. After all, the Golden Girls were pretty awesome.
Photo above of one of my favorite old ladies when she was a young lady: My grandmother in 1942.