i realize i’m twenty-nine years old. i know that in eight months time i will reach the thirtieth anniversary of my birth. i’m fully cognizant of these facts; yet, when i meet people whose ages begin with “3” i think “wow, they are so much older than me.”
i wonder if i’ll ever feel my age. some moments i wish i felt how i think twenty-nine should feel. i should have everything a little more together than i think i have it. i should be smarter and more mature. i should be grounded. i shouldn’t want to skip down the hall at work or make airplane noises and swoop past co-worker’s desks.
or should i?
maybe i don’t *look* my age because i don’t *feel* my age. hmm…
oh, you don’t look that old… MA’AM. bwahahah
oh wait, I’m older than you. damn.
red rover, red rover, we call Hessie over.
God, I miss that game.