Today I suddenly thought... next year I'm 24. As you may know Dear Constant Reader I put importance into seemingly innocuous events and places. The 26th February for instance. Or the alleyway between the tennis courts and Stripes in Folkestone. Don't ask me why I assign importance to such random things, I don't really know myself. And the age of 24 is one of those events. G was 24 when I went out with him. It seemed like the watershed between youth and adulthood proper. I never wanted to be that old.
Now I know you, Dear Constant Reader, can sometimes be quite a bit older than that. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with being older than 24. I just never thought it'd happen to me.
And there's nothing I can do about it. No reverse gear to turn on and head back the way I came.
That annoys me greatly.
Oh well this picture is soothing. Ryo Nishikido... Asian and he has the kind of hair that screams "run your hands through me". Growl...
That's exactly how I feel about every birthday to come after turning 20. Every single year added to my age seems far too dreadful to stomach. Yet it inevitably happens. And I'm still quite alive.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3--BLU1yaA
ReplyDeleteAwwww....bless
J
ReplyDeleteI'm flipping 42! I read about people in their late 40s having heart attacks and stuff. You've got the rest of your 20s and ALL of your 30s yet
You suck.... I'm working on 28..... so, when you hit 26, let me know..... meh, I still love you
ReplyDeletebabe, i'm 32... and i can say... it doesn't get any better, everything else is just, consolation.
ReplyDeleteSo enjoy your youth! enjoy! enjoy!
Be crazy, take chances, have wild and adventurous sex with jim, throw a cream pie at Victoria beckham. Things like that.
atleast u got a man.