Not a girl, not yet a woman: a rambling post of uncertainty PLUS Party Request PLUS Great News!
I'm another year older and have (maybe) burst forth into the gardens of womanhood.
|Happy Birthday to me! photo from Flickr's Creative Commons by Will Clayton|
I might be having an existential crisis. I don't know whether or not I'm a woman, rather than a girl, because I don't know what it means to be a woman..
I certainly don't have any glamorous silk throws...
I'm twenty five now. Last year, I had trouble remembering that I was even twenty four. My mind seems to be stuck at twenty three. I wrote 'twenty three' on a form at Chiang Mai immigration. The stern grey lady behind the counter pointed my error out with a jabby finger of disdain. My little joke about forgetfulness in my old age didn't go down so well, I'll assume because of the language barrier.
Wishing on novelty candles is ridiculous, but chocolate torte is tasty.
We accidentally bought novelty candles that re-lit themselves once you'd blown them all out. Whoever invented un-blow-outable novelty candles was extremely inelegant and not thinking clearly. How are you supposed to make a wish on a birthday candle that re-lights? It's like the wish fairy thought about granting your Big Birthday Wish, then thought "nah" and sent it back, vividly ungranted.
But, I had birthday luck after all! My Big News
That's right, my big news is this: I have a wonderful new job! I did a demo lesson and an interview on my actual birthday and it was brilliant, and a few more interviews and chats later and I have a new job! I'm moving onto bigger and better things in a brand new school, and I can't wait to start. It's very exciting and I love the school and I really like everyone I've met there so far - students and future colleagues alike. This is definitely an adult-thing that I'm very happy about, but I will miss my old students the friends I've made there a lot. We're moving into a new house - a better house. I'm going to buy some glamorous silk throws for it. I'm so excited!
What is a woman anyway!?
In the past, I think it was easier to know if you'd become an adult. There were obvious 'you're an Adult, Harry' milestones - a good job, a house, a husband, a good income and a child or three - stuff like that. What are they nowadays? Is adult/woman just an age? Maybe I've been a woman for ages already.
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Is it now simply unacceptable that I just sorta hope that there'll always be someone else around to help me understand tax forms?
I had mine thrust into my hand by a busy secretary at work last week. I don't have a clue what to do with it, so it's sat in my Abyss Desk Drawer - so named because once a document goes in, it rarely comes back out. I suspect an Abyss Desk Drawer isn't a very adult thing to have.
Perhaps now that I'm a woman, I will be the one that people come to for tax form advice. Oh shit.
I want to party like it's the noughties
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* you can mention Nietzsche if you do it in a non-dickish way.
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