Getting older changes everything. If you’re under the age of 30, stop reading. Not for you - move along. You won’t understand and will probably laugh at the thought of being old AF like me. But it happens. Out of nowhere. At some point, somewhere, between kids and work and unpaid bills and laundry and ohmygod so much else, your special purpose changes.
Is there anyone else out there who misses sex? It’s not that I don’t have opportunities, you know, it’s just that when one arises, literally, I’d rather watch One Tree Hill reruns or that new show with Kiefer Sutherland. I so remember when sex was exciting, and the anticipation filled my stomach with butterflies, my heart with pounding, and everything else with Marvin Gaye music. But now, well, I kinda feel that very same way on my drive home from work when I fantasize about after dinnertime, after homework, and after cleaning the kitchen that... I get to do NOTHING. Nothing is the new Sex.
I freaking love doing nothing, and I hate to brag but my stamina is incredible. I could do nothing for days if I didn’t have to work and raise children. Doing nothing makes me feel alive again, energized, glowing, relaxed, beautiful and free. I have toys also, like Netflix, Hulu and Amazon Prime to enhance the experience. I enjoy doing nothing with someone I care about too. The closeness and bonding that goes along with it is lovely. But I also enjoy doing nothing alone. It’s easier as I don’t need to go all the way downstairs to bring up water and snacks and fix my make up, and, quite frankly, I have gotten quite good at it alone. Independence is a healthy part of growing old, I guess.
Getting older changes everything for the worse, and luckily, I have learned, that NOTHING makes it better.
Is there anyone else out there who misses sex? It’s not that I don’t have opportunities, you know, it’s just that when one arises, literally, I’d rather watch One Tree Hill reruns or that new show with Kiefer Sutherland. I so remember when sex was exciting, and the anticipation filled my stomach with butterflies, my heart with pounding, and everything else with Marvin Gaye music. But now, well, I kinda feel that very same way on my drive home from work when I fantasize about after dinnertime, after homework, and after cleaning the kitchen that... I get to do NOTHING. Nothing is the new Sex.
I freaking love doing nothing, and I hate to brag but my stamina is incredible. I could do nothing for days if I didn’t have to work and raise children. Doing nothing makes me feel alive again, energized, glowing, relaxed, beautiful and free. I have toys also, like Netflix, Hulu and Amazon Prime to enhance the experience. I enjoy doing nothing with someone I care about too. The closeness and bonding that goes along with it is lovely. But I also enjoy doing nothing alone. It’s easier as I don’t need to go all the way downstairs to bring up water and snacks and fix my make up, and, quite frankly, I have gotten quite good at it alone. Independence is a healthy part of growing old, I guess.
Getting older changes everything for the worse, and luckily, I have learned, that NOTHING makes it better.
