Closing the curtain on youth

In my 35 years, I've managed to:

Graduate high school
Make new friends
Graduate college
Care for pets
Date, have sex, break up (not necessarily in that order)
Get a crappy job
Get a real job, and more real jobs
Pay bills
Pay taxes
Deal with death
Speak in front of hundreds of people
Navigate health, car, home, and dental insurance
Get married
Graduate with a Masters
Buy a car
Buy a house
Sit on boards of directors
Fly across the country
Get a therapist
Get rid of a husband
Fall in love with someone I shouldn't have fallen in love with
Take public transportation
Manage subordinates
Be nice to my sister

All these things I have done. And yet, I mostly felt young, vibrant, fresh, stylish, hip, cool, and slightly irresponsible. But now, I may have crossed over to the dark side of grownupdom.

Tuesday night, on the way to the John Doe show at Iota, Bruce picked up a fabric shower curtain and liner. The shower curtain doesn't even have fishes on it. And it has a liner - a liner! What's wrong with one plastic curtain? Why desire two curtains? I always thought it was dumb, and yet, here I am. With two shower curtains that make me feel old.

I like it.