As i sat in a bus today, i heard a woman refer to herself as an old lady and i wonder if i ever will. Already, i have problems seeing myself as an adult. It is only when i look at children and youths and see that i am not quite like them that i realise what i am not. Recently i see myself empathising with the old and weary and finding youthful exuberance trying and tiring. Obviously i have reached some point in my life. Is this being an adult?
Rumination. Again. June 5, 2008