Old
I don’t consider 28 old, I never have, I don’t consider 40 old either. But there are days when I feel old.
Yesterday was a prime example. One of our former interns came back to the office to visit, and I realized she’s doing things that 18 year olds do, and I found myself telling her to be careful of what she puts on the internet because that stuff stays there forever. Case in point my LiveJournal. That’s always going to be there, the whiney blog posts about being annoyed or sad or whatever, I sounded like a 13 year old girl who just started experiencing womanhood. Gross.
Also last night, I was watching the Jersey Shore, and I found myself wanting to reprimand all of the cast for acting like children. You can’t flit through your life partying and drinking and getting involved in other people’s drama, no matter how staged everything is. I want to shake my finger at all of them and tell them to grow up and stop behaving like they’re retarded school children.
I guess that’s just what happens when you mature into someone who is not a complete idiot.
