It Seemed So Real
"So how old are you? 22?"
"Um, no." I replied. "I'm a bit older."
"25?"
"No."
"Higher?" He asked in disbelief.
I nodded my head.
"28?" His voice went an octive higher.
I shook my head this time and gave him that 'aren't I cute, can you really believe I'm this old when I look so good' smile.
"30????" He cried.
As I was about to open my mouth to give an affirmative reply it hit me.....I'm NOT 30. I'm 35. Oh shit!
And then I woke up.
It was a dream. An extremely vivid dream. But it is also the truth. I am shocked when people ask me my age and I have to reply '35'.
"Um, no." I replied. "I'm a bit older."
"25?"
"No."
"Higher?" He asked in disbelief.
I nodded my head.
"28?" His voice went an octive higher.
I shook my head this time and gave him that 'aren't I cute, can you really believe I'm this old when I look so good' smile.
"30????" He cried.
As I was about to open my mouth to give an affirmative reply it hit me.....I'm NOT 30. I'm 35. Oh shit!
And then I woke up.
It was a dream. An extremely vivid dream. But it is also the truth. I am shocked when people ask me my age and I have to reply '35'.
posted by Sherri at 9:14 AM
3 Comments:
I know how you feel. I go through my day, happy as the proverbial clam, and then I catch my reflection in something. HOLY CRAP! IS THAT ME???
Life is not fair.
Nobody gets dealt an even hand.
~Kurt
Oh, you just have no idea. . .
People think it's funny that I forget my age. Truth is, nobody ever really asks, so I do forget it. I'll sit and wonder "Am I 35 this year or 36?"
Congrats on someone mistaking you for a 22-yr old! How cool is that?
PS: You're really only as old as you feel inside, which makes me an octagenarian some of the time, and a teenager on most days.
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