I truly am getting old. A week and a half ago I turned 26. I know you're thinking, now that's not old, but at age 21 I made all kinds of goals for myself to achieve by 25 and 30, and I have achieved ONE of the goals by 25. So now I'm another year old and I'm feeling it. I got on the bus this evening after a particularly draining day of work, and at the next stop two girls get on and sit behind me. Here's the gist of their conversation:
Girl 1: "Oh I'm taking so many classes because this is my last semester. I'm just going to be swamped. And my birthday is the week the semester starts so I can't even do anything fun."
Girl 2: "Bummer that sucks. How old are you going to be?"
Girl 1: "23."
Girl 2: "Oh man."
Girl 1: "I know, I'm getting so old. I'm not worried about 23, but I'm pretty worried about 24. I mean, it's so old and you have to be so...responsible. I mean, most people are worried about 25 but I'm totally freaked out about 24."
Girl 2: "I know, I'm going to be 23 in October, and I'm already starting to feel old. Ick."
Thank goodness I got off the bus after that. I don't think I could have taken any more.