I've officially become shockingly aware that I am not as young as I used to be. My heart tells me I am still 25... hell, sometimes I'm still 16. I don't feel like I've aged really. Sure there are signs... fine lines around my eyes, stiffness, weight gain that used to not be an issue but they're happening so subtlety that it's hard to see.
So, the slap in the face came just minutes ago. That slap that said "Hey! You're friggin' old! You should be using a walker and be fed pureed pork chops by that nice lady who works where you live. That place where you sit in a diaper and stare down the hallway at all the whack jobs you have to face everyday. Yes, dear, you're officially an old fart".
Madonna's "Borderline" just played on the oldies station.
