Yesterday, I asked The Roommate if he ever forgot how old he is. He answered in the affirmative. Thank goodness! When a friend of mine asked my age and I couldn’t immediately recall it, I was afraid I was experiencing some kind of early-onset memory loss.
He said it was because he really didn’t feel his age. Honestly, I don’t either. I’m probably the goofiest, silliest most non-adult I know. I guess it doesn’t help (or hurt) that I’m writing young adult fiction and spend a good chunk of time each day trying to put myself in a teenage headspace. 🙂
The cool part is, I don’t mind. Eventually, something annoying and grown-up will interfere, like paying bills or cleaning the litter box or somebody will insist that I “act my age”, whatever that means, but I quickly handle that stuff so I can make room for really important things like making cupcakes or watching Dance Academy.