Ten on not-Tuesday but who cares, really?

I haven’t done a Ten on Tuesday in about an eon. This is bad because people like people who are consistent. But it’s good because I’ve got about an eon of archived posts to choose from, and can weed out the lists that I don’t have good answers to. This one’s taken from April.

It was originally titled “Ten signs you’re getting older,” but this presents problems. First of all, I don’t exactly know who “you” are. My readers aren’t a specific demographic, as far as I can tell. Also, this blog isn’t about “you.” Honestly I enjoy writing about myself so much more than I enjoy writing about other people. So the title has been changed:

Ten signs I’m getting older

1. My dad is practically 60. He’ll be actually 60 in November. How old do people have to be to start getting social security?
2. The whole pregnant thing.
3. I’m tempted to mention college, but I’ll probably be there for years. It will be a sign of age when I graduate. Because I’ll be 30.
4. Every time I do something irresponsible or immature I feel a little more guilty for having done it.
5. Several of my close friends are married. A few of them have babies.
6. I have 7.5 nephews and 1.5 nieces. The niece that has already been born is … like 16 or something. Very old. Wearing makeup.
7. I can cook a few things without creating any major disasters.
8. I have a birthday coming this month. Yikes.
9. I’ve officially run out of bookshelf space. Books are now being stacked near bookshelves. This sounds very college dorm-y, but the truth of the matter is that I caved in to book-stacking after seeing Martha Stewart do it. So it’s grown-up, I promise.
10. I harbor a genuine fear of getting any older.