I am 38 years old today.
My advancing years didn’t used to bother me in the past, but turning 38 is different, and no, I will not even try to explain why.
The week leading to today has not been easy, I feel out of sorts, very anti-social, and just wanted to be left alone all the time, and that’s not me at all. Now if this is a sign of aging, then I don’t like it very much. I felt like this before but that was because of other external factors- college, relationship problems and the like. This time though I seem to revel in my solitude, I am giving myself a lot of quality me time that I never used to do before. But I hope it’s just another phase, just leave me be, maybe its really just because I turned 38.
I was chatting with my friend Morbius on Facebook today and wanting to cheer me up said,
Morbius: Simone, 38 is just a number.
Simone: But why does it feel old?
Morbius: 38 is the new 28.
If only I could believe that.
