At Least I’m Not Like All Those Other Old Guys:

I feel old. I am twenty years old. I have friends that are getting married or married with kids. I am in ka-hoots with people that are going grey.... Iwas at a family friend’s house getting my hair cut last night and she is married and has two kids that are both talkative and hyper. I remember being involved with a puppet team that was run by her and another teen in the youth group. I remember seeing her off to college at Houghton. Dude, I FEEL OLD!

Argh! I remember being 15, 16ish thinking that “20” was so far away. Now I’m there, I have a full time job, I’m going into my third year of college, I’m registered to vote, and I have bills. What’s the deal with that?

I wish I were Peter Pan in a way. I wish that I could be about 18 or 19 and stay there. Never grow any older, never feel the pull of a “responsable, normal adult” life. Also, I’d be able to fly as well as just do crazy stuff like that. I was given the shock and nasty surprise that the money I just shelled out for insurance doesn't even cover me for the year. It's only for like two months. I hate my life.

Honestly, what are the benefits of being old? I mean, yeah, there aren’t the worries of “age restrictions”, but as far as the things that are legal, none of them hold any appeal to me accept for being able to drive past 12 am.

I guess that the only thing I have to say is this: I may be old but at least I’m not like all those other old guys.