So, during the amazing sunset the other night, a young girl from Boston clad in a bikini top and a mini-mini approached H and me. She babbled excitedly about the weather, about how she expected people in LA to be snobby and that she was so surprised at how nice everyone was. She asked about celebrity sightings and explained how she could never live in LA because all she'd want to do is go out and have fun. And that east coast life was way better because sometimes you just need a night by a warm fire.
We explained that it's not 90 degrees in April often and that the cold weather would be back by the end of the week. Although it would feel warm to her, because it takes awhile for east coasters to shed their thick skin. And then she asked how long I'd been here. I told her I'd been here almost 15 years.
As she did the math, her eyes popped. "Wait a minute. How old were you when you moved here? "
"I was 22. I'm 37 now."
"37?!?!" She screamed. The dudes next to us sporting hipster beachy hats turned to stare.
"Yep," I said as I slid down in my chair.
"WOW! I want to look like you when I'm 37! Who looks like you at 37? I thought you were like 30! When I'm 37, I'm gonna be old and fat and married and have kids hanging off every limb!"
"No, you're not. You'll take care of yourself..." H and I cooed.
But after she was gone, H said, "Don't you think it's fascinating that that girl pictured herself old, fat and covered with kids at 37?"
"Yes, I do think that's fascinating."
"Not only did she assume she'd be married, she assumed she'd have kids and she assumed she'd have let herself go. Like she didn't have a choice. Is that what everybody does on the east coast?"
"Not everybody." I pictured my Jersey Girls. Some are married, some have kids, but they all look great. Even hot.
"I think it's amazing that her view of 37 is that and that only," H said.
And when we got on the phone the next morning, we talked about it again. And we wondered, did she think she wouldn't have a choice about the rest of her life? Or that she wouldn't be able to control the outcome? Or that there's no life after 30 or something?
And if by picturing her life that way, would it turn out like that? Would she manifest a gaggle of kiddies and early wrinkles?
What early preconceptions did you have about life at your current age? And have any of them actually materialized?
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