October 31, 2004

Happy Birthday to me

At this point I often have trouble remembering how old I am. When someone asks, I honestly have to think about it before I can give an answer. Sometimes that can look suspicious, I imagine. I'm over 21, I swear. Way Over.

I believe the root of the problem is that after a certain point you pass all of the milestones: 16, 18, 21, 25... then the milestones get farther away: 30, 40, 50, 65. The sense of anticipation is replaced with a sense of, oh I don't know, foreboding? Too strong? Maybe.

So that's where I'm at. Another year, but at least it's always interesting.