Sometimes I forget how old I am. Not in the "oh-Jenny-you're-so-silly-stop-being-a-child-and-start-acting-your-age" but in the "I'm 25. No, wait. That's not right- I'm 26...I think. Wait, how old am I? Um...what year is it? Okay, 2009, so 2009 minus 1982 is 27. So, I'm 27. What?!? That's not right. My birthday is in December, so I can't do the whole subtract my birth year from the current year until it's Christmastime. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with myself again! I am so embarrassed; I have a master's degree and I can't even tell someone how old I am without looking like a stupid whackado! Okay, Jenny, think. How old were you on your last birthday? Hmm....Yes, 26. That's right. Twenty-six. Remember, you were depressed because now you are in your mid-to-late twenties. Yes, yes, go Jenny! You are smart because you can figure out how old you are!"
I seriously have this conversation in my head approximately once a month. Back in the day- when I was still in the youth of my early twenties- I never had a problem remembering my age.
Does anyone else see a problem with this?
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I totally have that problem too.
I have that problem too! I kept thinking I was only 26, until I realized that in fact I am 27 and will be 28 in October! 28!! What in the world?? I can't even call that mid-20s; that's definitely late-20s. Ugh.
yes. me too.
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