at a funny age

August 10, 2007

    I must be at a funny, wierd age in life. I feel grown up, I feel old. I can get tired from working, want to stay in instead of going out. I feel young, I am in my early twenties. I’ve discovered I still hold the capacity to feel like a 14 year old when it comes to boys and flirting. But do I feel 24? What does that feel like?

This is so strange, how old am I? How real is our biological age? Can one define people by their age? I once met these guys who thought boys and girls at 23 were on the exact same level. How can anyone claim such a thing, when age seems to me to be strictly a mental issue. A 18 year old can act 25, a 26 year old can act 19… Of course there is the whole spectre of life experience, but then again, who is to say that a 25 year old has experienced more than a 19 year old?

With age, I stopped relating to age, only to discover that appearantly I hold all ages in myself. But that is ok. As long as I don’t grow old, and stay only old, and nothing else.  

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