Letting go of the twenties

I'm officially old. No... really. I have come to realize this today.

I was trying to pretend that I was still in my twenties, but looking at the younger kids around me has reminded me that I'm old. I have learned the god awful truth that I'm stuck in the 80's and 90's. I was listening to Color Me Badd today. What the hell. You know them... I wanna sex you up. And it's not like they were playing on the radio and I was listening to them. No... I pulled out my CD, ripped them into iTunes and listened to their songs. On purpose.

I'm 32. I know that's not really old, but it's much older than 20. I have this neighbor that has the same problem. She must be in her late 30's or early 40's. She puts her hair in pigtails and wears these short shorts. Hold on... looking for the ice pick to blind myself after seeing that sight.

Anyway, she has the ankle tattoos and the official slut tat. I don't want to be like that. Being 30 is not bad. I just have to accept it and move on. I can't think about it too much or else I'll get fixated on my age. Look what I did... I shorted myself two years there. I have a hard time accepting my age. I am 32, I am 32, I am 32...

I have also realized that I don't hang around with anyone who is in their twenties any more. In fact, I'm usually the youngest person around now. Maybe this is why I feel so disconnected with the youth of today.