I really like having a back catalog. It saves me the stress of actually doing work.
If you comment on it, Lena Dunham wins.
I saw the trailer for Lena Dunham’s Girls, and while part of me was super excited and impressed, the other part of me was like, “Ugh…I’m so over early-to-mid-twenties malaise.” I’m just exhausted by it. I feel like I’ve seen it and lived through it and listened to my friends gripe, blog and write jokes about it for so long I just want something new.
Also, I turn 27 in two and a half weeks. I’m mentally and emotionally starting to deal with that.
But no…I do want to see Girls. Just…my generation needs to find a new trick.
Also, food for thought: isn’t it interesting that as you mature you find yourself saying to yourself, “Oh, the old me would be all over that!”, even though the “old” you is actually the “young” you? It’s like even though you grow older as you mature, you’re constantly getting rid of your tired ways and becoming a newer version of yourself.
I’m going to be 30 in three years and 17 days. I realize just obsessing over it like this is proof that I’m still a naive and immature youth, but still. It’s something to think about.