when you meet people your age

I am old.

 

you're young at heart and that's what's important

 

I was gonna say something but I forgot what it was.... :...(

 

when I meet people my age, or old friends I went to school with they seem so young. I tell them what I've been doing with my life and they're like "whoa! I can't even grasp life outside my mom's house/ dorm room, like OMG"

I sometimes regret that I work so much and live so responsibly, but I have a lot of fun too and I know it will pay off in the end. Like when I want a house, I can start applying for loans instead of working for years on my credit to get that loan. I've learned so much being on my own as a young kid and travelling. It seems like some of the kids i meet around here have no idea what life is like outside of our little town.

It's hard to make and keep friends this way. No 19 year old girl wants to sit around and hear me talk about the office. And I personally don't want to hear the gossip at the community college.

 

so i go to breakfast this morning and i sit with my Platoon Sgt. from last year, the person who did all of our training and what not to make us cadets. well, i ask her how her spring break was. then i go on a little rampant about how early it is and how i don't want to be at school. well, she replied "your still like last year, like a little innocent kid." so yea, that pretty much affirms that people around my age seem a lot older than i am. there like eons older than me.

 

You're beautiful in the face and that's not a bad way to be.

 

ahhh thanks Marc that's so sweet

 

I feel usually older than people my age.

 

I think that I generally seem older. I've always been more mature for my age, and as a child growing up, I usually found more in common with my older peers. I normally preferred the company of adults over children my own age. I actually felt awkward around people of my age status, like I couldn't relate to them for one reason or another.

But the flip side is that I look years younger than my quickly approaching age of 27. Just last month, I went to a hair salon to have my hair done for the evening, as I was attending a dinner dance with my husband. Do you know that the woman doing my hair asked me what high school I went to? You should have seen her face when I told her that I was nearly 27 years old and married with 3 kids. She was flabbergasted.

I get that all of the time, asked what grade I'm in, what school I go to, etc. I suppose I should be flattered.