The wi-fi connection in the condo is spotty, so I often head over to McDonald's (aka "my office") to get online. Because it's morning, I am surrounded by the regular let's-have-some-coffee-and-chat crowd. My first impulse was to think, "These guys are old. Old guys who golf a lot."
But now I am looking at them and thinking that possibly we're the same age. I COULD BE THE SAME AGE AS OLD PEOPLE IN ST. GEORGE.
Seriously. If someone looked at me and Ken they would think we were part of the regular let's-have-some-coffee-and-chat crowd.
This. Is disturbing. I won't lie. Because on the inside I am still in my early 30's.
AND EW! THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT HOT TUBS.
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I often feel that disconnect between what the calendar says my age is and what I feel like in my head. My brain still thinks I am in college (or just graduated). It feels weird.
I think this is normal. I'm still seventeen.
You do seem to be spending more and more time down there. . . . I think of Seinfeld's parents in Florida. Do you wear sweaters, even in the summer? Do you eat dinner at 4:00? Come back to us, Ann. Up north, here, we do not go gentle.
Verification word? Awsteam. My new nickname.
Five words: You. Are. In. St. George.
That is all.
Love,
The 18-year-old me
Sounds like you are having a Hot Tub Time Machine experience in St. George. OK, maybe not. I know St. George appeals to the "mature" set (which you are not a part of...but that doesn't mean you are immature), and the whole geriatric hot tub scene seems a little icky, the important detail I want to know is what did you order at McDonalds?
I "chaperoned" the Yule Ball for the library a few weeks ago and wondered about halfway through, when I became the old person standing in the back of the room.
Double your age. You're not MIDDLE-AGED anymore. You are into "young old age." Then comes "middle old age," and then comes "old age."
I read this in a book, so it must be true.
what radagast said!
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