Tuesday, January 2, 2007
In about an hour, I will officially be 22 years old. Ugh....time to start cashing in the social security checks.
It's like this....you're a little kid and all you can ever think of is getting older...16 you get to drive a car, 18 you can vote, buy tobacco, lottery tickets, and porn (not that I actually buy any of those things, but if I wanted to...), and then at 21 comes the ever-antipated legal buying of alcohol. But then what? Suddenly there are bills and responsibilities and cellulite. And what's worse, the older you get in rugby, suddenly the less time you have to get BETTER. I only have 2 years left before I'm out of U23's and have to play in the big girl arena.....geezus....
This getting old stuff sure isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm 22, have a year left of college, totally dependent on my parents, not a clue what I'm actually gonna do when I graduate, haven't had any sort of relationship in over 2 years and even then haven't ever had one last over 4 months...Suddenly I have this vision of myself as an 80 year old wrinkly little woman rotting in a gutter somewhere.
There's only one person in the entire world I want to call me and I know he won't.
Seriously, I hate birthdays.
1 comments:
Just so you know ... the best in life, the best in rugby and the best adventures are yet to come. Age is just a number. Take it from a former 22-year-old.
And Happy Birthday Kentucky!
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