The other day I saw a buzz feed post shared on facebook titled '52 Things that mildly thrill twenty-something grandmas'. I read through that article like I was reading my own life. I am excited by cosy pyjamas. I love trying out new cleaning products, especially when they work really well. I love Ikea, staying in and television shows about cooking, redecorating and moving house. I am a twenty-something grandma. We're actually a 'thing'. Finally, a diagnosis after years of confusion.
I'm 27 years old and I gave up pretending to like night clubs when I was around 21. I wasted my teenage years in town with friends, throwing my money away and wishing it would just hurry up and be time to go home because the fun part of the night stopped when we ordered the taxi. I loved getting ready before we went out - doing our make-up, having a drink and chatting but I hated the main event. The horrible, dirty nightclubs where the drink tasted like nail polish remover, there was sick all over the toilets and you couldn't stand still without being pushed or having your foot crushed by some girl's fake Louboutin. But I kept going out, because I wanted to socialise and I was just being a 'normal' young girl who 'loves' to party at the weekend.
Then one day, I just decided to stop doing things I didn't like doing. I suppose it was a confidence thing that came with age. I wasn't going to waste my hard-earned money or my weekends on something I didn't really enjoy. I started doing what I wanted to do like shopping for nice clothes or spending hours upon hours in ikea. Some nights I'd get comfy clothes on, order a take away and watch a film. Others I'd have friends round for a drink in the house, or go to a pub where we can actually sit down and chat. Not because I'm boring or a hermit, but because that's what I want to do.
I've had people tell me I'm 'never out anymore'. Actually, I do go 'out', I'm just out doing things I actually like and in places I want to be. When you think about it, it's crazy to assume that everyone of a certain age bracket should like one activity. That doesn't apply to anything else in life so why would it apply now? Everyone has their own likes and dislikes, and I wish I'd allowed myself to have mine.
Doing what I actually enjoyed meant I was suddenly finding myself in the company of those who also liked the same things. It turns out it's not just me who doesn't like night clubs - there's more grandmas out there than you think. And we're in each others houses, having a laugh, listening to music of our choice, maybe drinking reasonably priced alcohol from a clean glass and wearing comfortable clothes. And guess what? It's not boring. It's awesome.
Are you a twenty-something grandma?