turn on ‘invincible’ switch

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” ― Hunter S. Thompson

There’s a crick in my neck on my 23rd birthday.It’s today. It’s as if Age slapped me awake saying “This is how it all starts and feels, buddy.” There is a downcast feeling of birthday-ing after you’ve revelled in your teens and drunk-up 21st. But today, it’s a little great to wake up being older, wiser, happier and ‘in my prime’ so to say. I wouldn’t say I’ve got boring. Or have planned on having babies like so many girls my age. I think I will live in a complete ‘me’ state until I can. I still see myself as a kid, a flip file with a whole lot of plastic sleeves yet to carry the memories, trips, old and new friends, love, satisfaction, disappointment and laughter. Right now, its commonplace for me to start paying bills, buy myself stuff, and make sure I plan out a budget; chit-chat about Zuma’s ANC, the damn petrol price and wrinkle cream.

Actually, last night a bunch of my friends got together and the wrinkle cream debate came up. How early is too early? Is it too early? Never thought I’d be thinking about it. The thought’s disappeared now. Anyway, I think it’s a considerable crossroads now. When you’re 23, you’re not young. Certain social spots are drenched with soaked up high-schoolers whose vocabulary consists of “wasted” and “OMG”. I used to be like that. Then again, 23 is not old. You can get in any ‘older’ club now but you still breathe youth. No bald spots. No wrinkles. No grey touts. I’m a kid though. Cartoons. Rock. Free entrance. Cheap food. Cheap booze. Cheap calls. While I live in luck for the moment, with good friends, the best family, a great job and straight teeth, I am exultant to be looking ahead and enthralled at what Age might bring me. When the unexpected might turn up.

Yesterday builds tomorrow and while I pine for more, I know that something lies ahead of me now. Passion and upgraded thoughts of voyages to everything and nothing, meeting people who are characters in thought but real in talk, in experiences. I am happy to meet the future me. I’m considering busting out Fun’s “We Are Young” or Alphaville’s “Forever Young”.

Today is the youngest I’ll be again. While you’re reading this, it’s the oldest you’ve ever been. When we were young, our minds were turned on Invincible. Don’t grow up and switch that attitude off. It’s the wisest manner to uphold every day you’re alive. Here’s to my twenties.


When I was a kid…

I’m almost 23 and I’m starting to feel old. I’m also looking back at my childhood with the fondest memories. My little cousins are Xbox-ing, watching shows on The Disney Channel that aren’t cartoons and are easily browsing cell phones and maneuvering touch screen gadgets.

It’s changed. My childhood was full of new-bit techno gadgets, old Nintendo, computers that were bulky and grey, Nokia phones that only had Snake as entertainment and Walkmans that skipped the tune when the car went over a speed bump. Pokemon, tazos, cassette mixes, Sketchers and boy bands.

I remember old video tapes we had lying around of The Lion King and my dad used to record Springbok games on the video tape, accidentally recording over a movie my mom wanted to watch. Today, we can pause live TV and record gigabytes full of series and movies. I’ve also realised that I haven’t bought a CD for ages. I have friends who share music and its easily available on the internet. I remember saving up for ‘Now 25’ and ‘Bump’. I used to listen to CD’s while I played with my tamagotchi so I could feel great about keeping my digital dog alive for another day. It was all Backstreet Boys, N’Sync, Westlife, Eminem, Britney, Blink 182, The Beastie Boys and Nirvana.

I know I might still be ‘youthful’, but things have certainly changed. Saturday morning cartoons on Nickelodeon have changed to Hannah Montana goo. Johnny Bravo is now seen as ‘classical’ cartoons. Early Hanna-Barbera cartoons fall out to real-life high school drama on The Disney Channel. MTV has dwindled on music countdowns and videos. Instead, they drive home  Jerseyshore and Teen Mom.

One day, we’ll tell our kids about iPods and PVR and they’ll probably chuckle while they push a button for 4D live shows and instant pizza pills. Times change far too quickly.

Surely some of these pics will send you back and make you feel old: