29 6 / 2011
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22 6 / 2011
“What’s it Like to be 31?”
This question was posed to me last night by a 23 year old. It actually inspired me to put my personal perspective down in a short and sweet answer. After much creative thought, I came up with this reply:
What It’s Like to Be 31: A Poem By Penny Kim
When you’re 31, you reminisce more than you dream.
You have to think harder and you forget the small things.
Remember that dream job, house and three car garage?
Well you can forget it, because it’s all a fucking mirage.
When you’re 31, single and all of your friends are hitched,
and you’re border-lining between being a Puma and Cougar bitch,
try not to be too envious of the younger, carefree girls.
Just tell yourself they’re skinny because they go home and hurl.
When you’re 31, you realize work is seriously a lifetime.
If you thought it would get easier, you’re out of your goddamn mind.
The bills only grow and your parents can’t float you anymore.
The tables are turned. YOU are now their financial whore.
When you’re 31, you’ll look in the mirror and wonder,
“Skinny jeans or tights?” to accent your thighs of thunder.
No longer can you ignore the wrinkles, big pores and bald spot.
People pay you compliments like “She’s sophisticated” versus “hot”.
On the brighter side, you’re a little wiser when you’re 31.
You cut through the bullshitters and send losers on the run.
You’ve got your shit together. You can take care of yourself.
Go ahead and add that MBA or PH.D to the top of your shelf.
You know what works for you better when you’re 31.
You know you don’t need to get fucked up to have fun.
That conference call the next morning is a legit excuse
to skip out on your girlfriend’s weeknight with alcohol abuse.
There’s more shit you can do and see when you’re 31.
By now, you should have traveled plenty under the sun.
Your passport and miles make the 20-somethings green.
Who gets more respect? The Princess? Fuck no. The Queen.
It’s all about time, family and self-worth when you’re 31.
There are plenty of mistakes and successes to learn from.
Look back on your younger days, but don’t linger too long.
Just keep kicking ass ahead of you, and show them how it’s done.
