Sunday, January 27, 2008

Touched by some angels, vol.1

Bubs and Mz. Bubs over at Sprawling Ramshackle Compound are some of my favourite people on these here internets, and though it's taken me some time to get around to it, when they tag me for a little self-reflection, I jump. (NB....Since my titles this week seem to tend towards bad pop-culture puns, I'm making a new series title for tags (NOT memes.)) This time round, I'm to tell you all about 5 things I didn't imagine for myself 25 years ago (or at 25, whichever seems more appropriate.) So here goes.

1. First off, I guess I didn't imagine I'd live abroad. Or, more precisely, I imagined living abroad but didn't imagine that I'd ever do it. I'm not the sort to join the military - one sure fire way to get sent to foreign soil - and though I toyed with taking the Civil Service exam and trying to get into diplomatic service, my strong left-leaning politics convinced me that that would be too temperamental a position should the wrong party get too powerful. (Seems I was psychic.) I guess I am living proof that life takes its own course, and good things come if you just pay attention.
2. I didn't imagine I'd be single. I'm not a dater but, frankly, I'm a catch. On the plus side, though, if you'd asked me if I'd like being single at 40, I wouldn't have imagined that I'd like it as much as I do, so it's working out for me.
3. Getting an MBA was the furthest thing from my mind. In fact, I bet I didn't actually know what an MBA was. I was an English/Art History major and enjoyed my slacker life. A walking/talking Reality Bites was I, complete with smells-like-teen-spirit-tortured-soul Ethan Hawke types in my social circle. But I was less annoying than Winona.
4. I imagined myself thinner. Which is why I'm going to train for a half marathon in October. That will give my BMI a run for its money. (HA!)
5. I never imagined that I'd feel so young, even as I am getting older. I know I've matured and gained perspective and learned to manage my life much better than I did at 25 (or 25 years ago), but I still feel 25. And I still say thinks like "awesome," and regularly use "rock" as a verb. (And "rockin'" as a gerund.) "My bad," however, will NEVER be uttered by these lips, and slutily dressed teenage girls often get reproachful looks from me, so I guess I'm not quite as down with it as real kids are these days.

I tag you. Tell me your innermost secrets.

3 comments:

Bubs said...

Rocking list!

Hey, a half marathon!! Good for you! In my opinion the half marathon is the best, most funnest of the longer distance races enjoyed by amateurs. That is wonderful.

Thanks for playing along!

kirelimel said...

Oh Min, don't be so hard on yourself...you were just as annoying as Winona.

I love ya- don't link dump me for being a smartass!

Melinda June said...

Thanks, Kirst. Glad to know my whiny self-pity reached epic proportions. Success!

And bubs, thanks for taggin me. This was a fun one. I'll keep you posted on the run. I'm still kind of in shock that I am taking it on! This is one that people do in costume, so perhaps you and your Elvis suit can join me? Happy to put you and Ms. Bubs up for the weekend.