My Brief Bout of Gerascophobia

Gerascophobia the fear of growing old

Recently, I experienced my first feeling of dread at being in my thirties.

The moment was short-lived, but profound. Typically, I’m not one who obsesses over age. Hell, I still look like I’m in my early twenties. </HUMBLEBRAG>

But that’s a farce. Mentally and biologically speaking, I’m not in my twenties. I can no longer stave off hangovers with a simple combo of greasy food and Gatorade. (I don’t even drink much anymore.) I’m out of that stage where I can get away with making some stupid mistakes because I’m still learning what it means to be an adult, but let’s be real,  I’ve never been a fan of making mistakes.

In my twenties, I was a grown-up, but not too grown. I was still free to be capricious and playful as I gradually evolved into a full-blown adult.

Now that I’m in my thirties, the time for trying-and-failing (and consuming copious amounts of booze) is over. I have to have it all figured out now. I have to be an adult. That’s what society says, right?

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No Humbugging: 25 Ways to Get Into the Christmas Spirit

Grafton Street Christmas Lights Dublin

The holiday lights of Grafton Street, Dublin.

Last week, my younger brother cheerfully declared that he’s officially in Christmas mode. He’s even started shopping for gifts!

I didn’t share his enthusiasm. In fact, I told my brother that I was dreading the holidays.
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