I loved
’s list of Things I am Too Old For and instantly started mentally penning my own. Now, what’s interesting is that even if these lists don’t resonate with you entirely, I love how they can fire up one’s own sense of self-recognition, one’s gratitude for ageing and one’s contentment for the weirdo, complex, contradictory and gloriously stubborn person you have become.Thinking of mine made me grateful that my formative years taught me to straddle the very, very delicate line of not giving a damn what people think of me, but also deeply caring for how I affect other people. The former is a brilliant and empowering trait I see in younger generations, but the latter is often forgotten and is absolutely crucial for not being an utter knob in life. It also taught me I simply cannot waste my physical or emotional time on people or places I can't be comfortable around.
So here’s me, in a set-in-my-ways listicle.