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I was recently speaking with an intern. She is 20 years old and going into her senior year of college. She kept telling me I should quit my job because I’m better than the position I am in.

It made me stop and think. Present day Ruth would never just up and quit a job because she needs financial security and health care. If we were in a flashback mode, that version of Ruth would have quit this job so fucking fast. I would’ve been gone in a second and not given it a second thought.

What happened?

I sort of miss the level of I don’t give a fuck that I once had. I feel like I’ve been broken. I wish I could just leave like nothing.

I suppose with age you get smarter about how to handle things, but at least when I was young, it felt so good to just be done with a burden that I did not want to deal with.

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Who here remembers an actor by the name of Patrick Muldoon? Yes, it is a very 1990’s throwback. He was on Days of Our Lives as well as Melrose Place and who could forget him as Jeff, the man who snagged Kelly from Zack on Saved By the Bell. He was a pretty good looking dude.

The other day I see this show called, The Haunting Of which is apparently about a washed up,sort of known celebrity at one point and their experience with an entity from the beyond. Anyway, the one that I happened by was that of Patrick Muldoon. I saw this and I screamed, “Patrick Muldoon!” Talk about a person that I completely forgot about. That’s when it happened they showed Patrick Muldoon which was the scariest part of the show.

What happened? He wasn’t fat or bald, but he just didn’t age well. It is more devastating when a man ages poorly than a woman. It is expected that women age like shit, but dudes usually look pretty good with some extra years on them. It was shocking.

It was almost as bad as when I recently saw Tom Selleck hawking something for elderly people in a commercial. He was so good looking as Thomas Magnum. He looks horrendous. His wig, that looks like something form the John Travolta collection, is doing him no favors either.

I guess I should thank my lucky stars that I was never good looking, a much shorter fall form grace.


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I Know You Ain’t Afraid To Pop Pills

I was having a conversation the other day about the pills I take which include Magnesium, Biotin, Calcium, Fish Oil and Fiber.

The other person who is around my age was telling me which pills he takes.

I realized that I’m an old bitch, not because of all of my vitamin supplements, but because in my youth, the pills I was taking were far different.

What happened to the days of abusing prescription drugs and mixing them with mass amounts of alcohol?

I loved feeling like I was floating, like a unicorn!

It’s just such a depressing way to realize just how ancient and obsolete I am.

Though I suppose popping Vicodin like it’s going out of style would probably be even more sad, completely age inappropriate.

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That One Stung

I was watching random music videos on YouTube the other day and I like to read the retarded people’s comments.

The video I was watching was from the year 2001 when I was twenty.

So I start scrolling through the comments and there it was. It was not hostile. It was not meant as a jab. However, it definitely stung.

It was six simple words that read, “This was my shit in kindergarten.”

That may have been one of the cruelest ways of realizing just how I old I am.

Sniped by a random YouTube comment. Quite honestly, it still stings.

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Prognosis: Pathetic

I recently visited my doctor for my annual physical where I had a revelation.

No, not that it is in fact some sort of miracle that I do not have HPV.

The enlightening message is that I am boring.

All the fun questions he asked I answered with a no and all the boring questions I answered with a yes.

How did this happen to me?

I used to be young and  fun, now I’m old and dull.

It really is a sad state of affairs.

But what am I to do? I enjoy solitude.

The most social thing I do is go to a beach in hopes of being alone but inevitably end up  people watching. I am with people, but I don’t have to interact with them.

Perhaps I should move to  a warmer climate where this pastime can become a year-round hobby, though I do believe I am too fat for this.

Oh well, maybe next year at my visit I will at least have an STD scare to spice thing ups.

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