Dear World,
I have some things that I want to get off my chest. Ok, it’s really only one thing, but it’s a big thing that’s been bugging me.
It’s my age.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my age. 21 is great! The issue is the sudden decision to make me old. It’s like I’m 21 turning 90. Did the aging process just suddenly speed up?!
Every time I see a nostalgic article about the 90s or a pessimistic article about a new generation with different catchphrases, several phases set in. First, I’m happy about seeing stuff I love. Second, I’m confused, counting the distance of time between now and then. Then, I’m left with an anger that makes me want to scream, “I’m not old!!! I’m only 21!!!”
Granted, I do feel mature. I am able to vote, drink, and watch rated R movies. It’s not too bad. I mean seven years ago when I was 14, I could not do any of those things.
However, that was only seven years ago, not 70. There is a big difference.
I still love to watch Disney movies, play board games, and look at picture books. (I’m not kidding.) I love hanging out with my younger sisters and pretending that I am five years old. I may physically be older, but sometimes, I’m mentally that young. It’s fun!
Having said that, can’t I just be an amalgamation of both? It’s not that hard. I have no problem watching Death at a Funeral (British version) and then Anastasia. I have no problem wearing fishnets and Hello Kitty at the same time. Sometimes, my bedtime is 2 am, and other times, it is 8 pm. 21 is an age at which you are at a crossroads. You are trying to decide where you are going to go, but at the same time, you want to cling to the innocence of the past, where there weren’t any real-world responsibilities.
Satchel Paige once said that “Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it don’t matter.”
If I don’t mind acting young, why should the rest of the world be so bothered?
So, please stop telling me that I am past my prime. I understand that recess is a thing of the past and that the demands of rent and jobs are fast approaching. But, do I have to give up sledding in the snow and skipping on the sidewalk?
Thanks for listening.
Yours truly,
Danica
Quote Source:
A bottle of Honest Tea
Photo Sources:
http://blog.timesunion.com/schenectady/files/2012/10/old.jpg