getting old
So I don't think that Chris's friends realize I'm only 24. Which means one of two things: 1) I'm sophisticated and mature for my age. B) I act like an old person. I am hoping it's the first option, but fear it's the second. Being sophisticated and having my head on somewhat straighter than most of my 'peers' is a flattering idea. However, I fear that this may lead me to grow old before my time. I was never much of a partier, so do I have nowhere to go but down from there? Am I past my crazy prime? Do I have nothing to look forward to other than the day I can start drawing on my IRA? (yes, I have an IRA). The most frustrating part is that Chris seems to be more exciting and youthful than I, and he's 30.
But, in contrast to this view, the people at work thought I was only 20. Does this mean I act immature at work? (maybe I should stop wearing the Mickey Mouse T-shirt? nah.) Which I find disheartening seeing as how I thought I was overly competant at my job. (at least compared to the other cretins that have filled my position in the last few years.)
Went to a concert last night, or should I say was drug to a concert by Chris. It was The Drive-by Truckers. They were alright. Southern Rock, from Alabama no less. I got a free Jack and Coke, which made the night worthwhile.
But, in contrast to this view, the people at work thought I was only 20. Does this mean I act immature at work? (maybe I should stop wearing the Mickey Mouse T-shirt? nah.) Which I find disheartening seeing as how I thought I was overly competant at my job. (at least compared to the other cretins that have filled my position in the last few years.)
Went to a concert last night, or should I say was drug to a concert by Chris. It was The Drive-by Truckers. They were alright. Southern Rock, from Alabama no less. I got a free Jack and Coke, which made the night worthwhile.