On nights like these, I really feel the ticking of my biological clock. But not one for babies or marriage–it’s a biological clock counting down until I turn thirty. I’m not really afraid of turning thirty from a mortality standpoint; I’m afraid of never being a cool twenty-something. With each passing year, I realize how uncool I was and how uncool I continue to be. (Do people even say the word “cool” anymore? THAT’S HOW OUT OF THE LOOP I AM!)
I feel like I’ve been lied to by television (my best friend). Television tells me that these are supposed to be some of the best years of my life. Well, world, I’m waiting.
I spent a significant portion of my weekend re-watching Spaced, a British comedy written by and starring Simon Pegg and Jessica Hynes as Tim and Daisy, two bestest friends living together and having fabulous (British) misadventures. They represent the quintessential slacker duo–an episode is even devoted to the two of them signing on for unemployment benefits. They spend time together playing video games and watching movies and playing violent games of Scrabble. You know, just generally being “losers.”
But despite this, it reminds me that twenty-somethings on TV always have messed-up lives in such a put-together and chic way. Though they may spend most of their time doing “nothing,” they still go out to fun-looking dive bars to get drunk on neat-sounding drinks (I swear that one day, I WILL HAVE a tequila slammer!). In short, they make poverty and lovelessness look like fun.
But it’s not fun. Do you know how I know? Because I spent a good portion of my weekend re-watching Spaced and listening to my cell phone not ring. Yes, I’m having a pity party and no, you’re not invited.
In an effort to share the love, enjoy this clip of an epic fake gunfight:
Maybe I’ll have cool misadventures like that after I turn 25…