09.04.04
12:20 a.m.
788,923,323..4..5..6.. seconds old
Ok, unofficially I’m 25. I won’t officially be 25 until 11:02pm tonight. Yes, I’ve employed technicalities to my advantage.According to this site, my actual age is 33.3. The smoking kicked me up almost 4 years. However, genetics are the main reason I’ve prematurely aged. I guess I was right when I said I’ll be bald, blind and boobless by the time I’m 30. By then, my “real age” will be 80.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m having a hard time with this. I realize it’s just a day on the calendar, and I didn’t age a year overnight, but it’s still whittling away at my self esteem. I’ve never been this unhappy on my birthday. I just want to crawl in bed and hibernate.
I guess I just imagined I’d be further in life than I am now. Whatever that means. When I was 18, every twenty-five year old I knew was a social reject, living at home, who spent 90% of their time with 18 year olds. I promised myself I wouldn’t end up like that.
Yet, here I am; living at home, and spending 90% of my waking life with 18 year-olds.
Sigh...
