But I’m 28 now. I’ve decided that this year I’m going to start aging in reverse. I mean, you hear people say things like, “Age is just a number” and “You’re only as young as you feel!” all the freakin time, so Warum nicht? That’s how you say “why not?” in German. I learned it from this awesome old man I work with last week. New favorite expression, so get used to it.
I’m not experiencing a mid-life crisis or anything. Quarter-life crisis? I donut know.. I do eat a whole lotta antioxidants so I might just make it into the triple digits. That’s a typo. I meant to type don’t, but donuts are funny so it stays.
Back on topic, I actually enjoy life a whole lot more now than I did when I was younger, and have no reason to believe that that’s going to change any time soon. I just happen to really like the number 27, so that’s what I want to be.
Next year, I might turn 26, but I doubt it. I don’t particularly like even numbers. Odds are more my jam, and 27 is one of my favorites. Don’t get me wrong, 29 is nice too, and perhaps one day I’ll decide to go there, but for now I’m really feeling 27. Maybe I’ll die at 27.
I figure, with all the uncertainly surrounding the concept of time, I might as well start making up my own rules. If anyone wants to know my true age, I’ll tell them I was born in 1983 and let them do the math.
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