This is not The Haters Club You're Looking For discussion
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I hate asking this, but how old are you?
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How can I possibly be the same age as Nick? This doesn't seem right...
I don't know if I should be offended, or flattered.
Me neither... :)
Well, I will assume it is a huge complement then.
Well now I think your "perfect" was in sarcasm... I don't think I like you anymore {:-/
It wasn't sarcasm! Not in the way you mean! Sorry...(Pssst... Nick, do you like me again yet???)
oh fine.**hands Amanda a daisy**
Just don't go and sniff it all in one place. I don't hand those out everyday ya'know.
Hell no! I refuse to abuse your daisy of reconciliation!!!!! I'm wearing it in my hair all day, and when I get home, I will press it in my journal and write sweet things about you.
well lets not take it too far... we are both adults after all.
36.
Physically, I feel like I'm 70 right now. Emotionally, 25, socially, 7.
Physically, I feel like I'm 70 right now. Emotionally, 25, socially, 7.
33.Financially, 8.
Intellectually, 3 1/2.
Ironically, 42.
April - I love your answer. I was going to put 7 becuase I have murdered another laptop during FINALS week and am nearly in tears in frustration. I don't feel like I have the maturity or the wisdom to say how old I really am today.
.:stomps foot, slams door:.
technically, i'm 25. but i'm one of those people that everyone under 30 sort of assumes is the same age they are... thus, the kid selling tickets at the movie theatre cards me whenever i want to see an R-rated movie, but the bartender almost never does. i really don't see how i could appear to be both under 17 and over 21 at the same time, but apparently i do.
i was going to put my age in dog years -- but then i got all confused and the dog scratched at the door to be let out and i forgot what i was doing. so i'm going to take a nap.
I’m 25, but I act like a really, really angry 5 years old =)
34, who else here rememners 55 mph speed limits?Y'all make me feel old...
Seth got me all excited, I thought there was someone even older than me here. 51. Still feel like a kid tho and I hope I always do. But truly, I'm in a much better place than I've ever been before - far more patient, less judgmental, more mellow, good friends with people who have drastically different politics or religions. The word I would use is content. I stop and smell the roses now! Too bad this comes with all the wrinkles and sagging.
I bet! I could still carry it off til about 45. Then it was ovuh! The first time construction workers didn't whistle catcall. I used to hate that, but a real downer when it stops.
Vicki Jean and Lori, here's somebody who thinks you are both fine in the pulchritude department:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
As for me ...
face: 27 (clean shaven)
hair: 60
average: 43
Kirk - are you lumping me in with someone who is my parents' age? What, once past a certain age we're all elderly? And that's supposed to make me feel better!lol
Ohhhh. Nope hasn't gotten to me yet! Thanks for the heads-up!Edit: I just noticed he has almost 2000 friends! ROFL!
What Sarah said was spot on, Lori. I would never lump a woman in with an older man. My momma didn't raise no dummy!
I am 31. I feel 31. I act 31. I look 31. I have an 18 month old son, and everyone told me playing with my child would make me feel like a kid again. Really, it makes me feel like a 31 year old playing with an 18 month old.....God, am I THAT boring?
Oh, please don't equate age with boringness. Maybe you are boring, but being 31 has nothing to do with it. I know plenty of boring people, and they're all different ages. :) You don't seem so boring to me. I looked at your profile to be sure. DC United??? I am not a sports fan (far from it, in fact), but if I were to become a sports fan, soccer'd be my game all the way, baby! See, Nikki??? Not boring. Plus, you're literate, which is a big bonus!I'd like to think that being, acting, feeling your age are all a symptom of being comfortable with your place in the world. And if I'm right about that, and if you are comfortable being you, then rock it out, sista! OWN IT!!!!
To answer you question will require me to search the innerworkings of my brain. So here you go, in stream of consciousness style:When I was a kid, I played soccer. From age 7 to 10, if I remember correctly. I stopped playing soccer when I was 10 because that is when I was forced to play on a co-ed team and I didn't like the boys and I didn't like the coach. But my dad was the chief organizer of the kids' rec league in the county where I lived, so soccer monopolized most of my saturday mornings up through my first or second year of high school (and I even asst. coached one of the young kids' teams when I was a frehsman). (Jo Jo Almario was the coach. He was one of my dad's students at the university. I kind of had a crush on Jo Jo, but it was getting in the way of my crush on Jason Bryan. Plus, Tate Maddox's little brother was one of the kids on my team, and I didn't have the energy to waste crushing on Jo Jo--Tate Maddox would have thought I was immature.) Also, my father is from the UK. Well, he grew up in Delaware, but he honestly is a Welshman at heart. It's like Delaware had absolutely no affect on him. His genetic Welshness and brief life in the UK have defined him, ultimately. So... Since my dad is from the UK, he is required to love soccer. (I am immune to the US requirement of loving football, baseball, basketball, golf, and NASCAR. Thank god for these amazing natural antibodies!) We were dragged to NCAA tournaments year after year; he has every World Cup game recorded on VHS (every game since my parents bought the VCR, anyway); we drove an hour each way, even on school nights, to go watch the somewhat-professional Raleigh Flyers play. And through it all, I had a relatively good time. Even though, I'm sure I would rather have been talking to my friends and memorizing the lyrics to Paula Abdul songs. (Ironically, I now hate pop music...)
At this point, the music-montage in the movie of my trek towards adulthood would go something like this: Amanda does theatre, Amanda recycles a lot, Amanda becomes a pacifist, Amanda sees sports as a self-esteem destroyer for many kids and learns to hate sports fans, Amanda makes fun of people who like to watch sports--after all, they're not playing anything, stupid assholes! Amanda becomes resentful because of how much money gets poured into sports--for example, the fact the basketball team at UNC has their own cafeteria and that the coach gets multi-million dollar paychecks every year (at a PUBLIC university!!!!!!!). The montage would end with me sitting in my living room, reading a book and drinking a vodka tonic, in peace. But then my dad called to say that the first World Cup game was coming on TV right then! (This was in 2006) So, being the supportive daugher that I am, I turned on the television to watch the game. And damnit if it wasn't awesome! I think I watched almost every game that year. And I'm even excited to see the games in 2010. I surprised myself, but I think that even though I still hate the idea of sports as a competitive commercial venue, soccer is kind of OK. The players are fairly sportsmanlike, I understand the rules, and the nostalgia kind of takes over when I'm watching.
But I'm not going to watch the professional teams play on television. I tried to once and the game was about as exciting as a high school game--and the players equally as skilled. I think I'd go see soccer live if I had the opportunity.
There you go. I'm definitely not a "sports" fan. I hate what it does to people. But somehow I am convinced that soccer maintains some level of self-respect.
I wish I had something funny to say now... I don't even remember what thread I'm in.
Vicki Jean...you played with Michelle Akers? That is really awesome. I watched her play in the women's world cup in...oh what year was that.. 1999? She has since done commentary for ESPN, and does it very well. Amanda, Thanks for the kind words about my age and lack of boringness. I'd like to think I'm not boring. My 18 month old thinks I'm a hoot, but he also likes to watch poop get flushed down the toilet, so that's really no comparison.
I feel so young. Not always a good thing. I'm between the ages of 13 and 19. Hence, I am a teenager.
I'm 41, as it says on my profile. I'm mature enough to know I'm still not always mature, but I try to fight fair and stick to the issues. I don't enjoy watching sports, but I used to enjoy playing in pep band at my high school football games. Professional sports are just bread and circuses to me.
That's right, baby. BREAD and CIRCUSES.
Think about it...
I'm still thinking, Jackie. I'll get it one of these days--don't tell me yet!Nikki, no problem. I meant it!
That's right, baby. BREAD and CIRCUSES. Jackie, you are my new hero. I have never known anyone else to use that phrase, besides dead Romans and sci-fi writers.
One of the better episodes of Star Trek. Kirk and Spock pitted against each other in the gladiator arena.
Yep, Dave knows where I'm coming from...That's a sport worth watching!
I grok Spock.
Late comer and all but wanted to add that it's impolite to ask a lady her age.
If someone calls me a lady, I assume they've overestimated my age by a good 20 years, so they might as well ask.
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29 going on 50. Sometimes an aged 16