i'm how old?
this evening, after waking up from a nap, i actually had a lapse of judgement over my age.
my birthday is 2 days away. how old am i turning? how old am i now? why did i forget? that can't be a good sign. i scared myself by actually aging myself a year ahead, thinking i was turning 28. holy hell, i'm turning 28? there could be no way. na-uh, no possible way. how the hell old was i and where did the years go?
i actually had to call my brother over to let me know how old he was. how old was he again? he turned 25 this year, right? he's only 2 years younger, so i can't be turning 28. that does mean i would be turning twenty-freakin'-seven though, which meant that i am now 26.
and it hit me that i'm 26. and i thought about it some more, and i realized how dilusional i am about my age. for i am 26, and in my head, and probably to some strangers in public --who knows--, i've been telling myself (and them) that i'm 25. it's like i didn't even acknowledge my last birthday. astounding, for my last birthday i got the most awesome gift ever. well, one might say, "well then, maybe it wasn't the most awesome gift ever, if you don't acknowledge the year," but no; trust me. most awesome gift ever.
anyhoo... in retrospect of the year that is/was my 26th year of life, i have to say it was very eventful. i had a wedding ever 3 months. my best friend is expecting her 2nd child. my godson told me that he loves me. i'm still with Bay and very happy. i've gained 2 cats, i've lost 2 cats (different). i've lost 4 bettas, whom i still miss everyday. i've had ups and downs. i'm closer and closer to graduation.
here's to turning twenty-freakin'-seven.
p.s. happy birthday, Nanay Inga!
my birthday is 2 days away. how old am i turning? how old am i now? why did i forget? that can't be a good sign. i scared myself by actually aging myself a year ahead, thinking i was turning 28. holy hell, i'm turning 28? there could be no way. na-uh, no possible way. how the hell old was i and where did the years go?
i actually had to call my brother over to let me know how old he was. how old was he again? he turned 25 this year, right? he's only 2 years younger, so i can't be turning 28. that does mean i would be turning twenty-freakin'-seven though, which meant that i am now 26.
and it hit me that i'm 26. and i thought about it some more, and i realized how dilusional i am about my age. for i am 26, and in my head, and probably to some strangers in public --who knows--, i've been telling myself (and them) that i'm 25. it's like i didn't even acknowledge my last birthday. astounding, for my last birthday i got the most awesome gift ever. well, one might say, "well then, maybe it wasn't the most awesome gift ever, if you don't acknowledge the year," but no; trust me. most awesome gift ever.
anyhoo... in retrospect of the year that is/was my 26th year of life, i have to say it was very eventful. i had a wedding ever 3 months. my best friend is expecting her 2nd child. my godson told me that he loves me. i'm still with Bay and very happy. i've gained 2 cats, i've lost 2 cats (different). i've lost 4 bettas, whom i still miss everyday. i've had ups and downs. i'm closer and closer to graduation.
here's to turning twenty-freakin'-seven.
p.s. happy birthday, Nanay Inga!