Today I turned the ripe old age of 24. I know 24 isn’t old, it really is rather young. I wish I were turning 74 instead. I want to be old. Gray hair, wrinkles, hunched shoulders and all. I am sick of the uncertainty that comes with being young. I don’t really understand why so many people freak out about getting older. I want to be old, I’m sick of this kid stuff.
About Me
- Emily
- Seattle, WA, United States
- A few of the things I am partial to: spontaneous dancing in public, old men who ride bicycles, the aroma of 409, rain while the sun is shining, melancholy writers, strangers who act like old friends, trees, British spellings, colour, paintings that make me cry, early Bob Dylan songs, alliteration, the city, eccentricity, breakfast at tiffany's, spinach salads, iced beverages on hot summer days, texture, symmetry, the marx brothers, NPR, old books, discarded shopping lists, obituaries, sun roofs, and ridiculous friends to laugh with.
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