In September, I'll turn 38. I'm at the age now where, when people ask how old I am, it takes me a minute to remember. I don't know if that's because I've already been 37 different ages and it's hard to keep straight which one I am now, or if it's because I'm in denial.
Maybe at 20 you still take the very notion of a lifelong friendship for granted. A grand statement that is meaningless when you're barely out of your teens. But now, a few years later, we seem to know better.
There's no way around it. As we grow older, things change. Gravity brings our breasts closer to our belly buttons. We develop under arm flab, which is mentally painful to look at, although not physically painful, unless it gets caught in a button.
In The Brady Bunch's fifth and final season, all of the Brady kids were looking a little long in the tooth. As a last-minute gambit to salvage the show, eight-year-old Cousin Oliver joined the family, and oh, the hijinks and hilarity that ensued.
In general, restless legs syndrome (RLS) is not described as a painful condition. Rather it is often referred to as a "creepy-crawly" sensation, achiness, "unscratchable itch," "unpleasant tickle," "feeling of unrest," or "ants in the pants."
I want to be that person for whom this looming event has no meaning. I met someone like that yesterday, but instead of absorbing her wisdom, all I could think was that she was a big, fat (tall, skinny) liar in very high-end gym clothes. I almost hissed.