Where was my memo?!

8 Feb

Growing up is hard.

Preparing to turn the big 3-0 is hard.

And doing these things when you are living a life so far removed from your family and friends? Well it leaves a lot of time to think about complicated things. (Had initially written ‘hard’ things, but i thought with the filthiness of most of your minds, yours included Keith, it’s best i try and avoid that.)

Questions seem to popping up almost daily at the moment. It’s been a steady incline, but i seem to have hit top gear.

It’s always a shitty feeling when you realise that one (or all!) of those deep seated, life changing questions you’ve been asking yourself (those ones you felt were so deeply individual that nobody else could empathise) turn out to be just one huge cliche!

Where was my memo?!!

Here i am thinking i must sit here in silence, consumed with these ideas and worries about the future, not realising for a second that they are the biggest questions facing everybody at the same age! For gods sake, can’t we get a manual or something, instead of having to feel like one giant self involved idiot when we discover we aren’t the only ones?

On one hand, you do feel relieved that it’s not just you – that there’s a whole world of people out there with the same unanswered questions. But on the other hand it really is a freaking embarrassment when you realise how naive it was to think that you are the only one thinking about whatever it was you were thinking about.

But i’ll tell you the worst part? Working out that in the end, you realise that if everybody has been asking the same questions for generations, there ain’t no freaking answers!!

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8 Responses to “Where was my memo?!”

  1. wonky February 8, 2011 at 5:41 pm #

    Maybe it’s not that there aren’t any answers. Maybe the answers are always personal or individual. Or you can do what I do. When one of those questions start to come up, just have another drink 🙂

    • Poulette Paris February 9, 2011 at 9:38 pm #

      I guess if there aren’t any answers, then there aren’t any WRONG answers either. Good solution, now would you mind filling me up? No ice.

  2. Uigei February 8, 2011 at 5:59 pm #

    30 is the new 20. You got the memo…you just threw it away !

    • Poulette Paris February 9, 2011 at 9:38 pm #

      If 30 is the 20, then we need to be able to have kids after 50.

  3. Jean-Marie February 8, 2011 at 9:32 pm #

    The wisest “answer” I got from somebody on this topic is:
    “There is no answer to your question(s), but one day the question will no longer be there”
    We always look for answers in the “tecnical” sense of the term, as we are trained to be “Cartesien” in our thinking.
    And also we look for answers on the same level/world as the question. We need to go up the mountain a bit and look into our life from that different perspective, and things will definitely look clearer, and those silly questions might disappear…or some new ones might come up!
    Hope Paris is a little warmer, Sydney has been a furnace…
    Nobody’s perfect!

    • Poulette Paris February 9, 2011 at 9:43 pm #

      So are you telling me to stop over analysing? Coz then i’ll have to cancel this blog. How do you get to be objective about your own life without climbing a mountain? I feel like i’ve already climbed about 20 over the last couple of years!

      Paris is a bit warmer this week. Over 3 degrees every day 😉 I here it’s been really humid there. Well, in Melbourne anyway, i assume Sydney would be the same. I really need some summer sun.

  4. lefrancophoney February 9, 2011 at 10:42 am #

    I’m still struggling with not being 19 (a great age – still a teenager but allowed to do all the adult stuff after a year to get used to it). But then when I think back to my 19yo self, I’m soooo much happier with the current self, even if all those questions still remain unanswered into my 30s.

    • Poulette Paris February 9, 2011 at 9:46 pm #

      God i hear that. I don’t even know if i wanna be myself 12 months ago with the rate my head’s moving at!!! Suffice to say i’ve always thought 26 was a good age, i’d like to go back to that, for a few years, please. I’m happy to accept the naivety which comes along with that.

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