The Aging Hipster

When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to grow up and be an adult. Like all kids, I resented not being able to do everything and anything I wanted to since I was at the hands of adult / parental supervision. And now, that I am a grown up, I wonder still. If anything I want to be a little kid again where everything seemed wacky and filled with fantastic discoveries. There seem to be few if any amazing discoveries left, save for what I've made for myself. And I have made many for myself, more than the average person. But that's another blog...
I'm getting older just like everyone else in The Scene. I no longer feel the need to be out and about and "making The Scene" every available weekend. I don't go to shows very often anymore when there was a time that I was constantly partying. How many weekdays did I go out in my glitter and glamour, stagger in at dawn, take a shower and go to work bleary eyed and with remnants of black eyeliner flaking off on the keyboard before me? But no longer. Now, I take things a bit more seriously, am more concerned about saving money, and realizing that I no longer need to be out "making The Scene". I am 37, most people think I am in my late teens or early twenties. I don't act like I'm 37, I still dress fairly trendy and because I've dropped all the weight I can still pass for someone younger than I really am. I guess I'm on the line. Maybe I need to be more age appropriate sometimes, but I think I'm a bit too young still to be Eleanor Roosevelt or someone who I think is "old".
Some say that I am at the right age to become a cougar, but I fear that as well. I don't want to be a vicious, blood thirsty Kim Catrall on Sex In The City, she just looks pathetic to me. Plus she has airbrushing on her side. What would I have in common with a boy in his twenties? Other than the obvious (get it out of the gutter, people!), there wouldn't be too much for us to talk about other than ... Alright, leave it in the gutter because that's pretty much what it's about. But the next bracket possible is the grandpa bracket, and I don't think I'm there just yet.
For lack of a better word, I'm a hipster. Not the modern hipster, but the one from 20 years ago since my era was the Grunge Era. I'm still there, and yet I'm not. What to do? Another moment in having a major life dilemma.

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