15 days and counting…

Yes, my birthday is quickly approaching. 15 days left. 15 days left of my teenage life… I’m not sure I’ll really miss it much although, it is nice to be able to use my favorite excuse “I’m young and inexperienced”. That one can get me out of almost anything. Well, anything work related that is. It’s funny that on the tenth I’ll be one year older than i was last year, but really, I’ll only be one day older than i was the previous day. One day older. Thats nothing to get all worked up about. I could see if I was going to wake up 5 years older but one day older? Big deal. I don’t know why people make such a big deal about getting older. I guess it’s fear that makes me react this way. Fear of what? I don’t know. Fear of becoming old. Of getting grey hair, of groaning when i stand up, of having to take fiber caplets to be able to go to the bathroom. I never want to get like that. But what can you do? It’s inevitable right? Yes, yes it is. But none of those things will be happening to me at 20. I’ll still be in the same comdition as i was at 19. I still have years before i really have to start worrying about constipation. Yea, I think my 20’s will be an adventure. Getting married, buying a home, having children. Thats an adventure if I ever heard of one. I shouldn’t worry about it. I’m sure everything will work out fine. And anyways, hopefully by the time I’m old, they’ll have a cure for all of that stuff. 20, whose afraid of turning 20? Not me!