After yesterday’s missive my friend Judy welcomed me to middle age. I am middle-aged and there’s no getting around it. I am ready. But I want to be a Grup please.
“If being a Grup means being 35, and having a job, and using a messenger bag instead of a briefcase, and staying out too late too often, and owning more pairs of sneakers (eleven) than suits (one), and downloading a Hot Hot Heat song from iTunes because it was on a playlist titled â€œSaturday Errands,â€ and generally being uneasy and slightly confused about just what it means to be an adult in these modern timesâ€”in short, if it means living your life in fundamentally the same way that you did when you were, say, 22â€”then, letâ€™s face it, Iâ€™m a Grup. The people in the pictures accompanying this story? Grups. In fact, take a minute and look up from the magazineâ€”if youâ€™re in public, youâ€™ll see them everywhere. If youâ€™re in front of a mirror, you might see one there too.”
Yeah, I see one in the mirror. I have also have eleven pairs of sneakers and I do live my life the same way I did when I was 22.
Okay, I have more bills now and a mortgage but I don’t have many other adult responsibilities. And I like it that way. I do have a job, of course, but I had one when I was 22 as well so that’s no big change.
- ipod â€” check…
- jeans to work â€” not all the time but often…
- staying out late â€” sure, what do you have in mind?
- no briefcase â€” check but no messenger bag … I have a collection of backpacks
- uneasy and slightly confused about just what it means to be an adult in these modern times â€” you bet … I feel like I always have except now I have middle-aged maladies and a few wrinkles.
Okay. If this is the new middle age, I am ready.
Where’s the party? (Just let me get my wedge pillow and wrist braces if we will be staying overnight).