I've wasted all those years...

After falling asleep on my couch on a Saturday afternoon, I stumbled upon the Cougar Town marathon on SOAPnet. I had very low hopes for it; I mean a show about a 40-year old divorcee does not seem appetizing for someone who is 2 weeks into the last year of her 20's. Sadly, I love it! But not because it's a good show, but because I feel an odd connection to these women.

In one of the episodes brings up the fact that Jules didn't enjoy her 20's because she was married with a baby, so she tries to relive them. After one night out with 25 year olds she realizes that she doesn't have enough energy to live like that now that she has the time. This makes me think back over the past 12 years of my life, and I wonder, do you have a finite amount of youth?

I had a great run. From age 16 to 27 I had crazy amounts of fun; the kind of fun that people don't believe when you retell the stories. This is also the same kind of fun that leaves people torn between jealousy and thinking "God she's a dumbass". I am pretty sure I lived 20 years in those 11 years, and because of it, I'm the only 38 year old, 29 year old in the world. The idea of going out to bars after happy hour is over, unless it's for drinks after a fantastic dinner out, is pretty much the last thing I want to do.

This is, however, making my life suck, because finding new friends in a new city is tough when all you really want to do is sit on your couch and watch marathons of crappy sitcoms.