OLD

So I've been feeling old lately.  Now, I know that in the scope of things I'm not old old.  My feet are firmly planted in the 30's.  But I'm not exactly young anymore either.  Maybe it's just because I'm nuts, but I feel like I'm constantly reminded of that fact.

You see, I work with a girl I'll call Marta, who's in her mid-twenties.  And not a day goes by where something she says in casual conversation doesn't make me think, "God she's young."  She's never even seen The Godfather for chrissakes!  Or Jaws!  I really like Marta, and I consider her a friend as well as a co-worker, but damn she makes me feel like a granny.

And then there's the ever present gray hair.  This started a long time ago for me, because I am a ginger.  We are lucky enough to go gray before the rest of the soul-having world.  I am also now one of those crazy bitches who spends way too much money on anti-aging cream and exfoliating wipes or whatever the hell.  I NEVER thought I would be that chick.  Yet here I am.  And the truth of it all??  None of it really matters.  The years (and birthdays) will just keep on coming, and I really need to find some kind of peace with that, or else I'm going to end up being one of those people who ages really ungracefully.  Man I hate those douches.