Wednesday, December 1, 2010
It's just a number, right?
Every so often a number will flash into my mind, a number that I have a very hard time believing. My age. For a good minute I honestly had no idea how old I really was. I almost had to count it out on my fingers to know my true age, and when all the counting was done I was in complete shock. Not for one second do I believe that I’m 31 years old. If you ask me I’m a 22 year old that’s taking a little longer than average to finish college. I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’m already in my 30’s. I still feel young, I don’t know how being 30 is supposed to feel, but I’m sure it’s older than I feel. Other than my growing spots of missing hair I still look like a young man. It’s funny, you hear people say, “I remember when 30 was old”. I think I’m at that point. I know that 30 got on me much quicker than I ever imagined. I don’t know, maybe I just thought at the age of 30 I’d be a much different person. I thought I’d be waking up early every morning just because the sun was coming up and that’s what I was supposed to do. I thought a good fart joke wouldn't make me laugh as much as it did when I was in my 20's. I was watching a Professional sporting event not too long ago and they showed the ages of the players, and I noticed that I was older than everyone playing. At that moment I knew all my hopes and dreams of being a professional athlete were crushed. Oh well, as long as I still feel like I’m a 22 year old college slacker, that’s what I’m going to let myself continue to believe. *sad face*