Getting Older

Last night I realised that I was getting older due to the following occurrences.  Firstly, I was invited out for a friend’s leaving do which started at about 7pm.  By the time I had picked up another friend and arrived in town it was about 7:30pm – I was already tired.  Not a good start.  Secondly, I had no idea who, what or where Porter’s was and had to find it on Google Maps because my social life dwindled a couple of years ago when I got my first real job.  Ugh.  The third occurrence was that the music in the bar was so incredibly loud that I found myself having to shout to the people next to me and was genuinely straining to hear the replied conversation, and I was probably making that face that seniors do when they are straining to hear – attractive!  Lastly, the conversation with my friend Josh was that he said he felt old and he “isn’t even twenty-three yet” – this made me want to cry and hit him in his baby face because it means that he is still twenty-two and young whereas my twenty-fifth birthday is looming and I am starting to look really blegh.  In the end, we stayed for about two hours
Oh god.  I’m going to be a quarter of a century old.  Oh god.
Sounds even more awful if I put it like that.  I have been trying to think about the pros of getting older, such as it’s quite an important birthday milestone, and I might get some very nice presents (fingers crossed) but the, all of the cons just keep piling up like a huge and depressing “still-have-to-do” list.  For example I have yet to go travelling, I still haven’t been to a music festival (I know) plus I still haven’t figured out what I want to achieve from life – which is just wonderful.  But I guess what I need to take from this is that this should give me a huge kick up the bum and make me get a move on with these sorts of things before all opportunity passes me by.
And on that note, I am going to read a nice book… well, actually it’s a comic book about Neuroscience and it’s pretty cool (if you’re into that sort of nerdy business)

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