Aging Ungracefully.

My neck hurts. The closer I get to being 30, the easier it seems to be, to hurt myself, without even understanding how. I have no idea how I hurt my neck. I spent most of last night tossing and turning, trying to find a position that didn't send shooting pain, up into my brain, and down my back. As a result, I'm home, taking a sick day, to enjoy the headache and radiating pain, in the privacy of my own home.
Getting older is lame. When your a kid, all you want to do is be an adult. what's the appeal? You can eat cookies whenever you want to, stay up as late as you want, and buy alcohol. But nobody tells you that your metabolism kicks out around 25, and your body rejects being awake after 10:30pm, shortly after that.
So now your in your 30's. Enjoying a michelob ultra (watching those carbs now), at 9pm before starting a 45 minute skin care routine. You fall into your bed exhausted because now you wake up at 6:30 every day, like some barn yard animal.
Half your friends have trades, so they work on shifts. 5 days on, 5 days off, etc. You and more of your friends work a regular 9-5. Others are still in school, because none of us really know what we wanted to be when we grew up.
So you can't coordinate your schedules or any disposable income to socialize, or see each other. For a lot of us, the appeal of drinking is gone once you can do it freely and legally. If your a petite body type like myself, you may realize that your really bad at alcohol, and opt to not really drink all that often. So that avenue of socializing is out.
Even if you could get everyone on the same page, everyone is so tired and plagued by social anxieties and other mental health issues that nobody wants to leave their house anyway.
Don't misunderstand me. I hated being a teenager. High school was a nightmare, and I'm very satisfied living on my own terms, in my own lifestyle. But with friends you can't see, Money you can't spend and time you can't waste, it's a sad state of affairs that is only slightly better than living in your parent's basement.
When you consider having someone else do your laundry, cooking your meals, and do your grocery shopping, it's a small wonder that any of us ever left at all. How old is too old to move back in with your parents?

Admittedly A Mess.

I have a problem.
I really really want chest tattoos.
An idea I've had for a really long time in reference to my favorite book/play. and the first play I ever acted in with a substantial role.. But I'm worried that when I have to play in grown up life (I work in the life insurance industry, face to face with clients), i wont be able to hide them sufficiently under my clothing.
Then for a moment, I begin to resent that them being there would be a problem. It's 2013 people, am I just being paranoid about how it would be viewed in the grown up community?

I know this is far from the most important problem going on in the world right now. But you must give me credit, in that it is an issue none the less. To be perfectly honest, I generally have no issue covering up or dressing appropriately, I don't consider it offensive. I chose to get the tattoos I have. I wasn't born with them. People judge each other based on the choices they make every day. Surely I couldn't possibly think that I can make a loud, bold statement, on purpose, and in return only receive praises, along with complimentary feedback, and that nobody to judge it. What breed of spoiled self-centered primitive screw-head could possibly be of that state of mind?*
But yes back to my issue. Chest tattoos in the professional world. I don't know what to do.  Either way I'm too new at my job,  to attempt to make a big change, a la 1980's shoulder pad wearing women's movies. Though it would be really bad ass. I think I would probably leave out the shoulder pads. Unless they made me look like a robot. Either way, I would have a dope costume.

 *I know you can't see it but there's a coy/cheeky expression to go along with all this wonderful satire.

Yeah I'll be the first to admit that this really got away from me at a lot of points. I blame The Office. I keep getting distracted so the different thoughts don't flow together. Yeah I think that's it.

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