“Have I Turned Boring?”
The loss of old joys and the wins of unsexy maturity
Last month, my friend Ally who’s also in her late twenties shared with me her year-end reflection. I had known about her buying a new car and condo unit, but apparently, she had a lot of other adulting endeavors. She had her home’s roof repaired. She initiated pest control services for her whole compound. And, soon — ” The scariest responsibility of them all” — she might have to assume management of her family’s small bakery, on top of her day job.
I admired her even more after knowing about all those big-ticket grown-up things. Needless to say, Ally was proud of herself, too! But she couldn’t help but be saddened by one thing: the thought of letting go of being a child.
“I feel like this is the end of my childhood and I’m getting REALLY OLD.” She expounds:
I feel like I’m turning into a boring person. I don’t go out and let myself get wasted anymore and I’m usually the first to leave the party. I’m like Cinderella who goes home at midnight, and then I think to myself, “Have I turned boring?” I’m not who I used to be. I’m a bit more choosy with what I spend my time on. It’s so mature. :( And I need advice that that’s okay because it feels pretty sad.
