Monday Terrors: I’m not getting any younger…

It was a Monday night. Happiness meant taking a shower with a new shower gel that was on sale at CVS, life was good. I was casually shaving my legs when I found what I’m pretty sure were little veins near the area of my knee. Yes, little veins like the kind you see in people that are old (no offense).

I FREAKED out. I had already found a strand of white hair a few weeks back, but this was twice as horrifying. Is this normal?! I started to see my life flashing by, memories of my youth slipping away from my fingers, and not just because they were soapy.

That’s it, I’m old.

To add a little more spice to this dramatic scene, I’ve been watching a show called Fringe. This TV show presents some pretty crude scientific experiments with graphic images of poisonous slugs and unnatural human reactions to chemicals and all that cute stuff. Why I keep watching this show is beyond me, but that’s the second thought that went through my mind when I saw the little veins. “I’ve been experimented on and now my body is truly reacting to it!”

After a few minutes of freaking out and talking to myself like a crazy person, I went on with my life. A few hours later, I realized the little veins were not that marked as before and it looks like it might have been a combination of hot water and my imagination. Yes, that is my medical analysis of my situation.

So there it is, life is short and we are not getting any younger. Have fun, eat yummy food and invest on your 401K.

The thrill of the ride: “Toto, I have a feeling I’m not 10 anymore”

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Maybe I’m getting old.

I know, I’m being ridiculous, I’m only 23 years old. The best years are yet to come, right? That’s what people keep saying so I’m gonna hold on to that.

Last weekend I visited Six Flags Great Adventure and after about five years, I got back on a roller coaster. Maybe it was that the first roller coaster I chose was a little weird since you had to stand throughout the ride or maybe it was that I’m getting old… but it was NOT pleasant. I kept feeling pain in my back, I was anxious and I thought I was going to die. I kept making up scenarios on my head of my safety bar being released and me jetting out to the sky and landing flat on my face.

What is wrong with me?

Not that I was this fearless little girl before, by no means. You are talking to the girl that used to be scared of electrical stairs, believe me there’s a story behind it, I had my reasons. But at least before I would think less of the consequences and focus more on the thrill of the ride.

Now, if you are worrying about me thinking that this poor young lady threw away her money at Six Flags, don’t you worry child, I had a blast. I made a little mantra telling myself that it was going to be alright, that if everyone else was doing it, why couldn’t I? I also released all of my worries and enjoyed the ride for what it was… a thrill.

I think riding roller coasters should be a form of therapy. You can scream without being judged (well, at least that’s what I want to believe), you can let go and enjoy the thrill without worrying about anything else because for that short period of time, you are suspended into the air, part of a wave and you don’t need to control anything… you can be free.

Sounds amazing and liberating right? It is, until you get out and see your picture on the screen and notice you looked more like a frightful chicken than a human being.