Another April 26 has come and gone. I feel different. I feel older, slower, less witty, less in tune with what's cool, and more inclined to live for the moment than I have been these past 23 years..like my life is suddenly on the decline and I better make the most of it. I also have lower back pain from lack of lumbar support as well as I'm more susceptable to bunyons now more than ever. I started drinking coffee almost daily because of lack of energy and I'll probably start shopping in the misses section anyday now. 23 will do that to you.
Although I'm growing older, I have this overwhelming fear that I'm not growing up. Like..I will always like Zac Efron movies and I will always OD on candy and I will always expect my dad to do my taxes and I will always sit at the kids table at holidays. At what point do I turn adultish?
At first I expected it to happen when I was 18..but clearly 18 is much too young to have real responsibilities, so I decided to bump it up to 21. 21 is the gateway to adulthood so it made sense..but no, because by the time April 26, 2007 rolled around, I was still too into tween movies and sleeping in til 11. I graduated when I was 22, so that would be the natural ending to my 'childhood' because I now have a salary and student loans and my parents don't claim me as a dependent..but I think I was scared..so I put it off for just a little longer...because 22 is still young, right? I'm still a little irresponsible and a little more selfish than I should be.
Which brings me to 23. The age says I am old enough to know better. Old enough to want to join the marriage bandwagon. Old enough to stop going to the Shout House on Wednesdays. But I just don't see any of that happening.
So..here's to April 26, 2010. 24 seems like a good adult starting point age, but until then, I'm going to ride the coat tails of irresponsibility for just a little longer.
Also, I'm going to start lying about my age.
I tried to get ready to turn 23 at The Otter.
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