I'm really dreading Sunday. I know I shouldn't make a big deal I mean.. what's 22 compared to 32, or 42, or even 52 but.. Argh!!! My life is rushing pass me and there's no way for me to freeze time!!!
Birthdays use to be a fun and enjoyable day for me. I look forward to my birthdays weeks in advance because when you're young, you always want to grow older because there are just so many possibilities and opportunities waiting for you when you're supposedly older..
But now.. Argh!!!
Passing the 21 year mark was already hard for me. I was dreading it because this meant that I'm going to now be an official adult. Responsibilities and everything. But at least it wasn't so bad because people put a great deal on the year 21. Not only can you drink legally but there's no place in the world that you can't get into anymore because of your age.
But 22? What so special about 22? It just means that you're getting old and before you know it, you're all old and wrinkle and all alone. I know I know.. you feminist must be scolding me and saying what's wrong with being alone.. Nothing's wrong. Its just I like to be young.. like 20 young. Not 22 young. Urgh.. I'm disgusted with myself. I don't want to tell people that I'm 22!
And you know what's the worst thing? I'm going to Big Bear, which is a ski resort this weekend and they have special lift prices for "young adults." And young adults are 21 and below!!! And 22 and above is considered normal price! =.= Meaning I have 1 day to ski with the special "young adult" price and after that.. I'm done.
Sigh..
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