Despite the impending baby, the triumph at work, and everything else, I feel very ordinary of late. I don't know if it's the Black Dog coming back, and I'm hoping it's not.
It was never like I've had that exciting of a life to begin with, but now I feel even less exciting. I've done things that 99% of this country has never done (set foot on two continents not named North America, e.g), but now exciting for me means mango (not lemon) sorbet, or eating food that may be past its bin date (tonight's apparent misadventure).
Maybe it's the baby. I'm 31, but I think I've been an adolescent for more than half my life. I noticed the other day that my voice seems to have dropped a few notes, as if my voice finally finished changing. I do, in a way, feel older. I've always felt older than everyone else, but I think that was tempered by my emotional immaturity. Heck, I'm still clueless about when a girl is flirting with me.
This week, the college student I hired to handle (the boring) part of my job asked if I was from before or after the Hippie Era. Ouch. She's 21 and has little recollection of the Soviet Union; her mother was really into Madonna.
Age may be nothing but a number, but it still sucks when you realize that you're not 21 anymore.
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Ok, but mango sorbet is actually -incredibly- exciting. I'm jealous and craving now.
Posted by: gingerly | October 4, 2003 01:30 PM
