All of this angsting over turning one year older, and I’m already feeling the sense of complete and utter ridiculousness over hemming about it. So I’m turning another year older, I’m only going to be 26, it’s not like I’m turning 27. I’ll worry about that next year, when (hopefully) I’ll be in another country. Gah, I am starting to turn old, and I’ll tell you exactly why this realization keeps smacking me in the head.
1) I’m beginning to treat younger people with disdain. It’s true. Some of the one who obviously have their head up their ass seem to keep finding me. It would appear that I have become part of the social consciousness. Those young whippersnappers need to seriously catch a clue or two, like I did when I was their age.
2) I have officially noticed how much closer I am to thirty than I was when I was about to turn 25. Four more years and I’ll be a bona fide old person. I’m starting to have a mini-midlife crisis over here.
3) Much as number one is prevalent, I constantly surround myself with young ones to make myself feel less old. Though I do have some older friends, but maybe just one or two. Most of my friends are ages 19-24. As long as I avoid questions like, “So, where were you when Challenger exploded?” I’ll be all right.
Uh, anyway, I actually looking forward to tomorrow. I’m going to go down to the local Japanese restaurant with my friends and family, and have a little get-together. There were no formal invitations sent out, but I did make contact with everyone I want there. Some are coming, some are not, but I don’t care because I’m still going to have fun. Good food and good company, what more can one ask for?
Don’t worry Sweetie..you’re still a young whippersnapper 😛
It’s all a matter of perspective. 😉
Its a day early, but business calls … Its Lira, gimme a call if you get a chance tomarrow. Need to talk some business if can.
Lira
I think I’ve always felt older than I actually am, though at 27 I still have a hell of a time thinking of myself as “an adult.” It just doesn’t sound right.
Though I must admit I, too, feel that generation gap thing creeping up more often.
Will you get your head out of your ass on this one? 🙂
Of course, we have different viewpoints on this. (We often have different viewpoints overall, so that’s nothing new.) But I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You’re in the absolute prime of your life. Right at that real brink between youth and true adulthood.
Because now, people take you more seriously when you walk into a bank and expect customer satisfaction. When you’re walking into a slightly (or very) high end store and are actually looking to buy. If you make dinner reservations, the waiters won’t treat you like you’re just out on a lark, trying to act grown up, but serve you properly and politely.
You’re in that special bracket between 25 and 30, when you’re seen as young and energetic, but wise enough to not do the stupid things you might have at 22. Possibly one of the up-and-comers in a company or workplace, bringer of all things new and inventive.
Treating younger people with disdain has nothing to do with your age. I even do it. And it’s because the generation underneath us (I’m the tail end of Gen X, I believe, so I’m allowed to say this) grew up a whole hell of a lot more spoiled than we did. Their generation has been growing up in this whole fruitation of immediacy. Mail now, messages now, phone calls now, television now, food now, etc, etc.
Though I wouldn’t be so quick to say that you caught so many clues when you were their ages. 😉 [Few people do. :)]
You’re free, of course, to feel bad that you’ve turned twenty-six. But as for me, I envy you. I can’t wait to reach that little prime-of-youth period. Because once you hit thirty and beyond, and start doing things like settling down and having kids, it’s all gone. Life changes dramatically – you won’t be as free.
If you’re going to look back on your youth at some point, and most likely do so with some nostalgia and wistfulness, why waste it on feeling old when you’re not?
Oh, and by the way:
Happy Belated Birthday 🙂
Envy me? Please enjoy your youth. At least you’ve a lot of the clues that most of us old farts have, and probably didn’t have at your age. I’ve always noticed that the younger folks tend to be a little smarter than the old ones that came just before them. However, that quality is a bit rare in the younger ones, and by younger, I mean late teens. 😉
— ZC
Late teens?
I’m a bit older than that, dear Cochrane. 🙂
Luckily for me. >:)
And I do enjoy my youth. When else am I going to have an excuse for getting piss drunk for no good reason? >:D