All in 80s Retro Nonsense
Sometimes I still think I’m 22 years old. You see being 22 was a good year for me… from what I remember. I was old enough to truly believe that I knew what was best because I am no longer the juvenile age of 21, but I was still comfortably immature to know that I could still get away with being a fucking idiot. It’s only when inconsiderate dream killers get all up in my face and ask me what I am doing for my 30th birthday this year that I actually remember how disgustingly grown up I am supposed to be. I am supposed to be rich, married to a man with 2 kids living in a hot country. However I am poor, gay with no intentions to be married with kids, and living in a country where if the sun is out regardless of the minus temperature, dickheads take they’re top off like its Mardi fucking Gras! Am I living the dream… no. But am I having fun Forest Gumping my way to a better life with a student bohemian mentality… yes.
But I digress. Here are a few reasons you know you’re old but you’re just too scared to admit it.