Friday, July 11, 2008


I went to our company softball teams first official practice yesterday. I was a lot of fun. I'm way too excited about it all. However, I suck, and not just a little either.
Anyhow, I was talking to one of the guys from work and in conversation he asked he asked how far apart my sister and I were in age, and I answered 2 years. He then asked how old she was, and I answered that she will be 24. He then assumed I was 22. which was nice, but I laughed and admitted that I was in fact 26. This was the first time I had to say I was 26. I don't know why, but it fully freaked me out, right there. Like I couldn't look at him because I was scared of a reaction. there may have not been one. But, I couldn't risk it.
I don't like that this age things worries me so much. I don't really even get why it does. But, it really does!
Now, I don't feel, by any means, old.
But, to me 26 sounds like it's getting up there. I don't feel 26. I haven't done enough to be 26. It just sounds old. I should have so much more of my shit together.
I feel 22, maybe.

That's my rant.
I hate you, 26.


Emmie said...

:( I know this feeling.