Age — we’re all just winging it
I got some unintentional, uplifting news the other day from one of my coworkers. I was talking about the birthdays of everyone at work and how young they all are. She looked at me like I was crazy and asked how old I was. I’m turning 24 in less than a month and am sort of dreading it. There is no need to dread my birthday because she said ages 24 through 26 were her prime. There is hope for me yet!
There’s no difference between turning 22 or 24, I’ve noticed. At least when I’m 25, I can rent a car, right? When you were small – you grew up. When you were 12 – you finally get to be a teenager. Then comes your sweet 16, license, graduation, being legal and finally drinking. What else is there to look forward to now? When do I ever really need to rent a car anyways? All around me are these young adults and it’s crazy. My friend was telling me last time I saw her how she bought a washing machine. A washing machine! You know what I bought last? A Reese’s Pieces phone case from Hershey Park. Time moves fast and it’s only going to get faster. I sometimes still can’t believe how fast 2013 went by. That year was fun.
Although, the good thing about getting older is that you’re continuously becoming a better version of yourself. It’s like what Alanis Morisette says about living, loving and learning. Man, am I the only one who still finds solace in her “Jagged Little Pill” album? Not only does your biology change, but so does your mentality and consciousness. I have never thought about my own existence or the future as much as I do now. When I was a teen, I thought I knew everything and had it all planned out. In the grand scheme of things — I knew nothing.
Best things about being an adult? I am now my own person. I’m the person who is considered “adult supervision” in all of those commercials. I can now look at the younger generation and think they suck. The weirdest part is hearing people call me “the nice lady” or “ma’am.” It still catches me off guard.
Secret time: I had this mentality for a while that I should stop watching anime, buying graphic novels, not drawing and just not doing/watching things I liked because I thought it was juvenile and people would judge me for it. I also believed I should stop dreaming of being an artist because it wasn’t practical. I turned my back on things that I really enjoyed because I thought it was out of the norm and goddess forbid I break the mold. You will be happy to know I buy comic books/graphic novels like it’s crack. I watch cartoons in my pajamas on my days off. I don’t draw as much as I’d like, but I doodle constantly. I completely indulge in the things that I love without hesitation. No one cares what you do. We are all fixated on ourselves too much to even notice that you decided to wear a Regular Show shirt in public in your 20s. Being free from this kind of thinking is what I associate with getting older.
So what have we learned? Give a big middle finger to the concept of age. Age is just a number right? That’s what all those 18 year olds on OkCupid tell me when I say they’re too young for me so, it must be true. It’s never too late for anything. Happiness comes to those who learn not to take life so seriously. We’re all just winging it at this point, right?