Over the weekend, I was having dinner with two girlfriends to celebrate my upcoming birthday and all of a sudden it turned into some kind of intervention.
They demanded to know the story behind my Justin Bieber obsession.
“So what is going on with you and Justin Bieber? Would you have sex with him if you could?”one of them asked.
“Oh my god,” I said in disbelief. “No, he’s a boy! A BOY. He’s 17 for gosh sakes. I just think he’s adorable. And he’s really talented.”
(I love him like I love my 1 year-old Chase. If Chase was just a bit older and could sell out Madison Square Garden.)
“Maybe if Justin was 30 I’d think of him as more of a crush. But I think of him as a kid. Listen, I will not discuss Justin Beiber until you both see the Bieber movie. He is a talent. He will win you over.”
Looks of doubt and pity from my friends. I hate when I’m misunderstood for my deep passions for young Canadian pop stars.
The Bieber talk subsided and then the topic turned to age.
Because my birthday is coming up. Again. And I swear I just turned 40. What the f*ck! When I was a kid, it took FOREVER for my birthday to roll around and now it comes like every other month.
I said to my friends, “It’s not that I mind getting older. It’s just that I mind LOOKING older. I don’t know how to accept that I’m going to get wrinkles. Okay, that I have some wrinkles. I don’t know how to embrace the aging process.”
But one of my friends said she doesn’t care about wrinkles or looking older. She’s more worried that as she ages, she has less and less time on this earth.”
Whoa. That’s heavy.
But really, we have no idea how much time we have left on this earth. It could be one more day. Or 45 more years. There is no telling. So don’t we all just want to look good?!
I’m not ready to dive into the Botox/laser/collagen/facelift world. So my plan is to hang out in places with flattering lighting.
It’s a pretty inexpensive plan.
Honestly, I hope I have a million years more on this planet.
I want as much time as possible to enjoy my family, my children, my friends and places with minimal fluorescent lightening.
mama bird notes:
Did you miss my father’s day post? It’s the one where I get to know my brothers-in-law just a little too well.