When did getting older ever become a bad thing? I remember (like it was yesterday!) being a frustrated teenager and counting down the years until I was 18 and officially became an adult. Even in my 20s, I looked forward to my birthday every year. Every year was a step towards my education or career goals. Every year provided more knowledge, more experiences, more adventures, more confidence, and more security!
But now I am officially getting older, and it is not such a good thing anymore. Somehow time has crept up, and I suddenly woke up to find myself in my mid-30s, although I still feel like I’m 25, and often get mistaken for it. I take pride in looking like I’m still in my 20s, and goddamn it, I will maintain it as long as humanly possible! (Without looking like a plastic freak with a pulled-apart face like overstretched mozzarella – you know what I’m talking about.)