Do you feel old?
'Cause I feel old.
Like, really old.
Like, past-my-prime-it's-time-to-take-me-out-to-pasture-or-at-the-very-least-stick-me-in-an-independent-living-facility (please-not-assisted-I'm-much-too-stubborn-I'd-probably-hit-someone) old.
Full disclosure: I'm 23.
Logically, if I put to use the beloved 1300-1400 gram brain that the good lord/evolution/mom/aliens? gave me, I can understand that 23 is not exactly, as society in general would have it, elderly.
Viscerally, emotionally, internally & instinctively, however - this is not the case.
Interestingly enough, it's a rare occasion that I exit a conversation convinced of the fact that any other woman believes otherwise. 16, 21, 25, 35, 40, 58 -- it's like everyone and their mother is convinced that, "no I'm the 'old' one" & "you don't know what 'old' means until you've reached my age", etc, etc.
Which is weird, right?
Like, what the heck?
Are we perpetually plagued with the belief that we're behind where we "should" be? Are we doomed to denounce our accomplishments with disclaimers that others half our age have already come twice as far?
Do men do this too??
And at what point does this flip and attack us from another angle? When do we hit that age at which we start feeling young, but being old?
When will I be that 90-year-old woman insisting that she's still a kid at heart? When do my elderly insides Ben Button themselves and pull a 180?
Can it be now? Please?