Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The 25 year old kid
And the thing is, I'm not THAT young.
That's pretty grown-up.
I've been on my own for years.
It's kind of scary when I think about it.
Like, if my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, I can't call Mom, Dad or a cousin to come pick me up. I'm on my own.
Sometimes I hate being young...
The 30+ crowd get all the good jobs. All the experience. They hog the spotlight. It's not fair, I say! I'm starting to feel like the "real world" ain't for me. Maybe I should go back to school and get more degrees until I turn 30.
Or maybe I should continue crafting my arts and sneak my way to the top. I'm sure the "old" people won't notice. They're too busy talking about their husband and kids. They're too busy doggin' out this new generation. They won't even notice me.
And before they know it, I'll be on the top. And they'll be like, "How dare that 25 year old be there! She didn't pay her dues. She doesn't know anything."
Yeah, that's what I'll do.
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Posted by B at 6:35 PM