So as many of my friends know I’m staying 21. I have aged for the last time. I realized I might as well stay 21 forever. First off, I still get carded at the movies, for buying white-out, lottery tickets, pretty much anywhere you’re required to be over 17, 18, or 21. A guy at the bars asked if I was 16, and said he would promise not to tell anyone I was in high school, if I made out with him…gross. I passed. One of my now guy friends admitted he was initially attracted to me when we first met, but he thought I was someone’s little sister and didn’t want to go to jail. I also took this test that tells you your real age based on your lifestyle, and medical history. I got 15.5 years old. When I volunteered for my little sister at camp as a counselor, the other counselors thought I was an 11 year old camper for two days. I got in trouble at my job at Robeson Elementary for being in the hall without a pass, the school only goes up to 5th grade. Lastly, and this is the icing on the cake, at my little sister’s 7th grade recognition banquet two 12-13 year old boys hit on me, i.e. one brushed his hand across my face and told me how cute I was, and asked “how come I never see you at school?” My response “Maybe because I’m in college, and don’t ever touch me again…thanks.” So I guess I’ll turn 22 in like 7 years…sweet. I mean at first it did bother me, especially since it is more difficult for me to attract men rather than children. Most men are either repulsed or afraid of any attraction they might have. I don’t do well at bars, unless I approach and establish my adult-ness, and I’m shy so that’s hard sometimes. But I realized its ok, because when I’m 45 I’ll look 18, like my mom does now. I mean its not THAT bad. I have met a decent share of hot freshmen this semester, one looked like Jesse McCartney, and I’m not complaining he plays guitar too. Then there’s the kid in my theater class…hmmm. Still, a guy my own age would be great too, like one of the 2.5 guys I really am seriously crushing on right now, they’re around 21-22. (Yes, 2.5 one I’m not sure of yet. I’m half sure.)
But its also fun to be a kid forever. I get people to feel sorry for me all the time, when I play to how old I look. When I was in Chicago, the restaurant I ate at thought I was a kid alone, and charged me for half of the meal, and gave me free root beer (cuz you know you get charged for every bottle you order). I work with kids alot, so they trust me more since even they mistake me for one of them sometimes, and its easier to teach and encourage a child when they really know you’re on their side. I get along great with kids, and people wonder how I tolerate them so well, I think its because they tolerate me better than average adults, I’m not imposing, but I do establish the respect factor, and I’m fun. I dunno appearing as a child to world still helps me alot in different ways so I’m not ready to be all grown up in all situations.
But, tonight (until Sat)…I will be at least 18. Since its the first night of Pygmalion and I’m heading over to Canopy club in a few hours. Oh the bands. I don’t know where to begin. I’m so excited. This is my first year going. My editor at Buzz is actually in one of the bands with this kid from my French class. Also…I just love music, and there’s going to be so much almost non-stop, but since I am sick and I will need to rest I’ll have to take breaks.
Did you know my job sent me home today? When I told them what I had they all freaked out. Thanks, for making me feel like a leper folks. Anyways, I’ll post about the shows, since I’ll be writing about some of them for the paper anyway.
CIAO MIEI AMICI!!!
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