Thoughts, perspectives, ideas and inspirations; through the eyes of an old soul masquerading as a young woman.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Are YOU an "Old Soul"???
As you could probably already tell from my blog title, I have often been called an "old soul". Well, I recently found a fantastic article, written by Nathan Savin Scott, which points out ways to tell if you, in fact, are an old soul. I smiled.......hope you will too!
1. You complain about kids these days.
I am 26 years old. By all accounts, this is still categorized as
being a “young person.” But that doesn’t stop me from complaining about
young people all the time. I do not understand them. I don’t get why
teenage kids wait until the last possible second to jump through the
doors of the Metro in DC, and then scream excitedly as they have to pry
the door open to get their friends into the car. I think skateboarders
are obnoxious. If there are a group of teenagers loudly sitting by me in
a restaurant, I will move tables.
2. You don’t like haircuts that are “complicated.”
What with the colored streaks and the bangs across the eyes.
3. You get hungry at 6 p.m.
Every cool person I know eats dinner at like 9:30 p.m. I don’t know
how they do this. Do they have a snack at 5:30? Does their hipness
somehow act as an appetite suppressant?
4. You don’t understand why the music is so loud.
When I’m at a bar with my friends, I don’t like screaming over a
dubstep bass drop when they ask me how my job is. I would like to be
able to tell them “terrible and soul crushing” in a normal speaking
voice, thank you very much.
5. You have perfected the FOPO.
FOPO stands for Freak Out Peace Out, which is also called by some the
“Irish Goodbye.” This is the move when you’re at a bar, and you get
tired because you’re an old soul, but instead of being a normal person
and saying goodbye to everyone OR bucking up and staying for another few
drinks, you take the third option which is to slink away into a corner
and then run out of the bar door when no one is looking. I had this move
down by my sophomore year of college, to the point where my friends
would want to accompany me any time I went to the bathroom because they
(rightly) assumed if they lost sight of me for one second, I was gone.
6. You wonder why everything is so expensive.
A burger for $16? HOW IS A BURGER 16 DOLLARS?
7. You think about the weather when you get dressed.
When I get dressed, I sometimes consider color coordination, whether
something fits me well, if an outfit is “complete.” Sometimes I do this.
Mostly, though, the most important part of my dressing is checking my
Weather app on my phone and then layering appropriately. Yes. The thing I
am most proud of when dressing is my ability to “layer appropriately.”
8. You stop caring about society’s conventions.
At a certain point in my twenties, I really stopped giving a shit
about conventions that I decided were ridiculous. For one, why do people
eat certain foods at certain times? This is ridiculous. Food is food.
It is calories. I will eat steak and potatoes for breakfast. I will eat
Eggos for dinner. Why? Because who cares? Food goes in, I get energy, I
keep moving. I refuse to adhere to society’s conventions about what food
should be eaten when.
9. You nap.
I consider myself one of the greatest nappers of my generation. My
roommates can attest to this. I nap pretty much every day, and for a
while got in the habit of the “double nap,” where I would wake up and
write from 6 a.m. – 8 a.m., then sleep from 8-9, then get up, do some
stuff, come home and nap from 3-4, then do more stuff. If you think I
haven’t gone triple nap, clearly you don’t me. I welcome all comers.
Just try and out nap me.
10. You find out about internet memes years after they happen.
On two separate occasions now I have pitched articles to the fine
editors at Thought Catalog about funny things I saw on the Interwebs,
and both times they gently informed me that the funny things I wanted to
write about were years old. Not days old. Not weeks old. Years old. I
have stopped even suggesting these articles at this point, because
apparently I am the equivalent of the internet fuddy duddy who calls up
his friends in 2012, asking them if they’ve seen these hilarious cats
playing keyboards on the “Netflicks.” Screw that.