![30 seconds ago. I still have my (minimal) makeup on from tonight, but I’m pink GAP sweatshirt’d up. I want to crawl into bed and spoon with Lilly, but I have to write an article that’s due tomorrow.
I think I may be a little drunk from the glass of wine I had at dinner, though. Hmm. Yep. Blunk drogging, woo!
God, I remember when the three of us made that (DOA) website as a joke, while in Miami on vacation last February. It seems like forever ago. A different lifetime.
That’s the second time I’ve said “a different lifetime” this weekend. I got an auto-renewal notice for JakobandJulia.com last week, and I realized that a year ago today, I was in the Dominican Republic with Jakob, telling him I loved him for the first time. Wow. Talk about different lifetimes; it seems like that was another girl.
I once read an article which described how scientists had discovered that human beings actually DON’T age evenly. In other words, depending on various factors, we may grow older faster during some portions of our life than others. This probably rings true with you anecdotally, as it did with me. In fact, since 2006 I’ve aged (mentally, although feel free to tell me physically, too. I can take it) what feels like seven years.
But here’s the oddest part about this process, at least in my case. [Set aside, for a minute, the disadvantages of such aging.] I actually find myself caring a lot more about … well … there’s really no other way to put this but: morals. Responsibility. Dependability. Being a good person. Doing the right thing.
I mean this in big ways - like I won’t facilitate cheating, whereas in the past I might not have been so cautious - and lying - I used to be much more tolerant of white lies, whereas now I make it a point to be extremely honest (although I have been known to get lawyer-like about it, or not say anything at all. Sorry. At least that’s better than a lie!) But I also mean this in little ways, like picking up my dog’s poop, all the time, even when no one’s looking, or putting away the weights in the gym, even when no one else is there to notice.
All of these things fall under the rubric of Being Considerate.
Maybe you always did all this. I don’t know. But I didn’t. I’m the one who always tried to get away with things. I hate rules and I don’t frequently feel the need to abide by them. Not to mention, I’m a schemer. I like the challenge of it.
But for some reason, as I get older, it’s become infinitely more important to me to be considerate. And honestly? I find this strange. I’m not opposed to it, but I wonder if this happens across the board. Do people become better human beings - more respectful, more conscientious - as they age?
Okay, enough rambling from this one-glass drunk.
I love you all.
goodnight.
xoxoxoxxoxo
julia](http://30.media.tumblr.com/NB8YioMLig465bqxD2Yd0vAIo1_400.jpg)
30 seconds ago. I still have my (minimal) makeup on from tonight, but I’m pink GAP sweatshirt’d up. I want to crawl into bed and spoon with Lilly, but I have to write an article that’s due tomorrow.
I think I may be a little drunk from the glass of wine I had at dinner, though. Hmm. Yep. Blunk drogging, woo!
God, I remember when the three of us made that (DOA) website as a joke, while in Miami on vacation last February. It seems like forever ago. A different lifetime.
That’s the second time I’ve said “a different lifetime” this weekend. I got an auto-renewal notice for JakobandJulia.com last week, and I realized that a year ago today, I was in the Dominican Republic with Jakob, telling him I loved him for the first time. Wow. Talk about different lifetimes; it seems like that was another girl.
I once read an article which described how scientists had discovered that human beings actually DON’T age evenly. In other words, depending on various factors, we may grow older faster during some portions of our life than others. This probably rings true with you anecdotally, as it did with me. In fact, since 2006 I’ve aged (mentally, although feel free to tell me physically, too. I can take it) what feels like seven years.
But here’s the oddest part about this process, at least in my case. [Set aside, for a minute, the disadvantages of such aging.] I actually find myself caring a lot more about … well … there’s really no other way to put this but: morals. Responsibility. Dependability. Being a good person. Doing the right thing.
I mean this in big ways - like I won’t facilitate cheating, whereas in the past I might not have been so cautious - and lying - I used to be much more tolerant of white lies, whereas now I make it a point to be extremely honest (although I have been known to get lawyer-like about it, or not say anything at all. Sorry. At least that’s better than a lie!) But I also mean this in little ways, like picking up my dog’s poop, all the time, even when no one’s looking, or putting away the weights in the gym, even when no one else is there to notice.
All of these things fall under the rubric of Being Considerate.
Maybe you always did all this. I don’t know. But I didn’t. I’m the one who always tried to get away with things. I hate rules and I don’t frequently feel the need to abide by them. Not to mention, I’m a schemer. I like the challenge of it.
But for some reason, as I get older, it’s become infinitely more important to me to be considerate. And honestly? I find this strange. I’m not opposed to it, but I wonder if this happens across the board. Do people become better human beings - more respectful, more conscientious - as they age?
Okay, enough rambling from this one-glass drunk.
I love you all.
goodnight.
xoxoxoxxoxo
julia
