Hey tumblr! My internet’s been off the past couple of days so I’m coming to you from a library Imy home away from home). Did you miss me? Just pretend you did okay, I need to feel missed, I’m fragile and needy. Anyway, here’s some uneventful anecdote of the day…
I was taking a non-leisurely stroll, listening to Who Charted? on my ipod, laughing to myself. Business as usual. A young lady and a young gentleman passed by me, late teens or very early twenties I presume, perhaps leaving the community college that was blocks away. In passing the female of the pair said to me…
My initial thought was “Wuh?” then I immediately thought “Huh?” I paused my ipod and watched these two young persons walking away. I don’t know if I like being hey boyed without having the opportunity to even respond.
The weird part is that I kinda liked being referred to as a “boy”. As I get closer to 30, I think about my age a lot. I feel very weird about it. I’m starting to get bits of gray in the hairs on my chinny chin chin. And it’s like… whoa, I am a for real grown up aren’t I? My twenties are coming to a close. I’m not really afraid of getting older, it just seems to be happening at a pace that is kind of jarring and uncomfortable. So, when a girl, who is probably around a decade younger than me, calls me boy, it kinda makes me feel like I don’t have to worry about being an old dude any time soon, because let’s face it, a young girl is not going to call some man they perceive as a proper grown up adult man “boy”. I’m glad I’m still at boy status. You know what they say, you’re only as young as random strangers perceive you to be.
Ugh… but for real though, my 30’s. That is coming quick. I guess I better get my shit together in the two years I have left of my twenties.