whats my age again?

Have you ever had a weekend that made you wonder exactly how old you were? And at the moment am still not sure.

I started my weekend on friday morning where I had to wake up unnaturally early for my age to be involved in a work thing. - That made me feel at least like a mature 27.
I didn't mind being a mature 27 because really thats how I feel on any given day.

But some where around 6.30pm I started feeling like a 16 year old with image issues, as I vomitted the all of the contents of my stomach and maybe even some from my small intestines into 3 vomit bags. This was all while my co workers played a games of cards or themselves tried to resist from being putrid fountain of food.

I sat there so totally unsure of what exactly to do that I simply became oblivious to them and tried as much as possible to vomit with as much grace and lady-like dignity that one can have after already embarassing oneself. Mind you, had it been a drunken vomitting situation I would not ahve worried because in fact they would have already known that I am a drunkard and would have expected that.

Later that day, around 12.30 with the work retreat (did I mention it was a retreat, both you and I found out about the same time in the scheme of things cause it was only after lunch it was called a retreat as opposed to an opportunity for people for work together and like each other to force the people for don't particularly what to have much to do with them to be in a public place with the formerly mentioned group) i was forced to sit and watch co workers have lunch while still feeling very queasy. That made me feel like a cute but selfish 5 year old who wanted to have her way because the beach was 10 foot steps away and I truly prefer to try to drown that have much conversation with my boss and her mignions.

After haing my boss speak to me while on the beach like I was a 9 year old, I was quite sure that I would settle into a child's predisposition for the rest of the day. I essentially did but on the way back I got a little older and become a jaded and anti-social 14 year old when I decided let try for at least a social attached 15 when I began to mingle.

But by the end of the night after arrive on my island and meeting up with my sweetheart I had become a 32 year wife, nagging husband to spent more time with her. This is uncharacteristice of me but was strikingly because I decided that I was planning to be self centred 20 year demanded her patterns time and he had other plans.

The weekend continued and the ages continued across the weekend. I particularly liked the transition from the 40 something post-menopausal sex fiend to the 50 something year old battle axe realising that may be the 'youth & beautiful' party scene is no longer for her.

On sunday that aged up swing was made youthful with the guilt I began to feel for being irresponsible; very early 20's re: I realise I can't be a teenager forever I am trying to grow up but I don't want to.
So today is Monday and I got up late showered made a few phone calls to the office, got to school for a class that I forgot my lecturer already had on Saturday, delivered some marked papers to a couple of my tutees (new word I learnt), and now planning to run into the city to get my hair done.


Things are once again right with the world. I am not swinging between ages, am just not sure how old I really am.