So today I bought a six pack of beer at the grocery store. The cashier lady asked to see my ID. I made a joke about it. I said something like "Thank you, I'm barely 21."
Let me describe this woman for a moment, if I may... Not that I was paying a whole lot of attention to her, but I think my first impression was "matronly." She was very definitely middle aged, had streaks of gray in her hair, and looked like she had been walking this earth for awhile. She kind of reminded me of how I think of my Mom.
When she looks at my ID she says "Hey! We were born in the same year!'
What. The. Fuck???
Look. I know I'm getting older. I turn 40 this month. But somehow, in my head, I still think that I'm 17. I don't think I've slowed down any. I don't think that life has beaten me to death, and I *certainly* don't think that I look old. Maybe I'm delusional? I see pictures of me now and wonder when I started looking like my father. I. Don't. Feel. Old.
Fuck this age thing.
I guess 40 is freaking me out a little.
Let me describe this woman for a moment, if I may... Not that I was paying a whole lot of attention to her, but I think my first impression was "matronly." She was very definitely middle aged, had streaks of gray in her hair, and looked like she had been walking this earth for awhile. She kind of reminded me of how I think of my Mom.
When she looks at my ID she says "Hey! We were born in the same year!'
What. The. Fuck???
Look. I know I'm getting older. I turn 40 this month. But somehow, in my head, I still think that I'm 17. I don't think I've slowed down any. I don't think that life has beaten me to death, and I *certainly* don't think that I look old. Maybe I'm delusional? I see pictures of me now and wonder when I started looking like my father. I. Don't. Feel. Old.
Fuck this age thing.
I guess 40 is freaking me out a little.
sharona1881:
Live life, be happy, age is just a chronological marking of years of experience