I am so over this week and quite possibly the next. But I'm not over it, over it.
Um, what? Yeah, join my confusion. April is just passing by way too (fucking) fast and I am not okay with it.
I'm constantly worrying about it.
It keeps moving. And now that I've passed 18 and 21, there aren't any more “milestones” until 30...
And I am definitely in no hurry to get to 30. So time just passes. I no longer have that burning feeling that I'm waiting for something (well, maybe my degree but that's a topic for another day.) And since I'm not waiting for anything, Monday turns into Friday, weekends fly by and today I realized it was April 9 and I cannot even. Like, I'm still having a hard time remembering to write 2016 on any sort of paperwork, but we're already on month four. Wtf.
Pair that with the constant reminder that I'm actually getting older and every other hour there's some stupid post about "life in the 90s." Like, I get it, we're getting older, it happens. But dammit, I don't want to be reminded every five minutes. I mean, I'm used to being asked for my ID when I buy cigarettes and it just completely freaks me out when I see those signs that say, you cannot legally buy cigarettes unless you were born before X date. And X date just happens to be 1998 and that is just making me very, very uncomfortable because I'm used to being the baby in the group and I'm aging.
Guuuuuys I'm aging.
So this piece is called "Youth"
End of rant.