Monday, December 15, 2014

Blogmas Day 15: Old Lady Lauren

I swear, one of these days I'm going to start blogging before 11 PM. Every day for the past week, I've thought to myself around two in the afternoon, "I really need to write my blog!" and then before I know it it's almost the next day. Where does the time go? Today it went to watching How I Met Your Mother and baking cookies and peppermint bark. Another riveting installment in "Lauren Comes Home For Winter Break." Maybe tomorrow I'll watch 30 Rock while I fold laundry. Crazy stuff, man.

Anyway, today's blog post might be a bit on the short side yet again, as my bedtime is vastly approaching. If I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning before 10 AM to get my day started, I should hit the hay soon. I'm being totally serious here. Look, I can tell from your furrowed brow and questioning expression that you don't believe me, but I'm an old lady at heart and I don't care who knows it. That's what I wanted to talk about today.

I've always believed myself to be an "old soul," as people say, but I've never fully understood what that meant until this time in my life. I've always been that kid in a rush to grow up and settle down with a house and a lap dog, not taking a second to "enjoy my youth." It's just not something I'm really interested in compared to most of my cohort. This used to be a huge cause of anxiety and insecurity for me, and at times it still makes me annoyed with myself, but overall I've come to terms with being a homebody.

Give me a home-cooked meal and a movie over dancing and drinks on a Friday night. Give me slippers and hot coffee over last night's mascara and a headache. Give me day trips to Target over nights out. Shopping for kitchen supplies over shopping around for guys on Tinder. Bubble baths over bongs and close friends over sweaty strangers. Everyone reading this between the ages of 16 and 24 are probably rolling their eyes, but I can't help how I find solace. An introvert by nature, I need to be alone and take things slow to recharge. If that means skipping out on a few weekend plans to spend some quality time with myself then so be it.

I don't want this to come across as negative, though, because that's not it at all. I don't want you to think I'm passing judgment on people that do act their age, because I swear I'm not. I'm in no place to tell someone how to live their life; I'm just providing my perspective. I find oftentimes people think it's weird or antisocial that I'm so eager to be elderly, but I really don't think that's it. I'm not saying I never go out, because I sometimes do. I'm not saying I don't drink, because I sometimes do...sometimes more than I should. I'm not a stick in the mud that refuses to be impulsive. Generally though, my own, slow-going routine is much more appealing to me. I have plenty of friends who don't feel the same way, and that's fine by me. Life isn't about seeing eye-to-eye with everyone all the time and having a constant companion, but rather about surrounding yourself with people who understand your needs and don't pass judgment on your inclinations. If my needs and inclinations resemble that of your mother's, then at least you can go out knowing I'll be here to bail you out of jail if the going gets rough.

So on that note, guys, it's Granny Lauren's bedtime. I hope you're all well and are having a good week thus far. I can't believe Blogmas is more than HALF WAY OVER. I'm honestly shocked as to how fast the time has gone, but excited that the end of Blogmas also brings about Christmas Day. There's that silver lining.

Be good to yourselves! I'll see you tomorrow!

"I like old movies, screwball comedies, vintage clothes, and basically I'm an old-fashioned gal." -Zooey Deschanel 

x,
Lauren

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