It kinda hit me full force today. I was on the phone with a manager at a book store, telling about the abysmal service I’d received the night before and I started in on my usual “Look, I know I may be kinda young but…” Except that I didn’t say it. My brain reminded me of something that I don’t think I’ve really taken into consideration.
I’m 24 years old.
I’m not young* anymore. I’m an adult.
Shit… when did THIS happen?
*When I say young, I mean young as in still with an aura of childhood around them, not fully worthy of adult-level respect or consideration.