Today I’m 28 years old. I know this isn’t really old but there are few things I thought would be different by the time i neared 30.
*I would be able to grow a beard.* I tried to do this at the end of the school year, and failed again. So I can’t grow a beard. At what age can I just admit that my overall amount of hair will decrease, or move to my ears and nose? I appreciate what I can grow, and as a bonus, I can go to work without having to shave everyday. It’s just something my dad can do, so I figured that the adult version of me would be able to grow a beard.
*The music I listen to would be on the oldies station.* I was sure that eventually my music collection would stop growing, I would stop adding new bands to my list of favorites and it would become mellower.
*I would stop being such a smart ass.* Okay, well maybe part of me thought I would always have (or more likely, wish I had) said something witty and or, sarcastic.
Isn’t acne only for teenagers?