“You’ll never grow up?”
I’ve heard that question quite many a time, in very different tones. Some accused me, some was wondering, and some was simply grateful. The answer? I usually just smile.
I don’t know.
Sometimes I wish I would. I mean, here I am, almost 28 years old, but I can’t get myself feel like that old. Last year a friend almost had a crisis because he felt so close being 30 – and here I am having a crisis not feeling more than 22ish.
Yeah, now you laugh, but imagine that for a bit. Imagine you act like you were about two third of your current age. What would you do? Who would you hang out with? What music would you listen to? What would be your plans for life?
Now imagine doing, wanting, meeting those now. Awkward? And it’s still not over…
I’m totally out of place. Guys at my age usually have a family, or same-old friends to hang out with. Guys at the age I usually feel myself are hitting on late teen girls, and hang around in discos, listening to electric noise I don’t consider as music. Or they go all goth, listening to trash metal and actually enjoying that. Me? I can’t listen to music without all the tunes in place (which is stretching facts a bit, I mean, who would say that for, like, Sysyphus? Or for Careful With That Axe, Eugene?) I dress up in clothes I feel comfy, and I do wear a red shirt saying “Do Not Feed Fallen Angels”, without hesitation.
I’m out of fashion, and out of my place, and I often feel out of my mind too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGsBUWD5r2o…
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I feel losing my grip on everything by the hour. I feel like missing out on things… And surprisingly, it’s not the pre-22 things I feel like missing, but the post-28 ones.