I’ve hit a midlife crisis, and I’m only 19-years-old…until this Sunday. On August 19, I will turn 20-years-old. I’m officially an old lady. I might as well retire now. Maybe I’ll take a trip to Florida and buy a vacation home to settle into. My grandchildren can always take a train down to visit me if they want to have a slumber party at my house. Alright, I realize I’m not that old yet, but I feel like I might as well be.
Here’s an actual picture of me when I was 102 in my high school’s musical.
When I turn 20, I won’t be a teenager anymore. Where’s the fun in that? I like having an old soul and all that baloney my elders say makes me so wise, but I don’t want to look old on the outside! I don’t want wrinkles and gray hair to ruin what I have going on at the moment.
According to this article, I have good reason to freak out: https://www.quora.com/Im-20-years-old-Is-that-still-young
When I turn two decades old, the next thing I have to look forward to is my 21st birthday. On the bright side, that means no more Shirley Temples for me at weddings. Instead, I’ll enjoy adult drinks like sparkling water and ginger ale… lol just kidding. ALEXA, play “Shots” by LMFAO.
But after that, there’s honestly nothing to look forward to. For example, my older sister turned 22-years-old in June, and all she had to look forward to was Taylor Swift’s song “22.” How depressing.
I don’t understand science at all, but if someone has a special serum that allows you to stay the age you currently are forever, you can send some directly to me. I wish I was kidding, but I’m not. I’m desperate to save my youth.
I have four days left until I turn two decades old. I hope I can still relate to the kids when this happens. Actually, I take that back. Considering the things kids are doing today, like eating Tide pods, maybe it’s good that I’m getting older and wiser.
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