Old

I’m getting old

Sure I’m only 21, but honestly alcohol, feet and Friday nights tell me otherwise.

Despite my second foot surgery healing relatively smoothly, I’ve noticed my body in general, deteriorating.

Last night, we said goodbye to another year of Char’s life and this morning I said hello to achy knees and an awful headache.

1.      Alcohol- I don’t know if it was the rebel in me fueling my illegal behavior, but up until this year I could drink all day, wake up and function as if nothing had happened during the previous night. My past few late night adventures leave me wishing I had never met Vodka.

2.      Feet- Flip flops are a no-go. I remember the days when I could get away with being barefoot all summer long. Now, an hour with unsupportive shoes leaves me wondering if I possibly forgot getting hit by a car during the previous night's adventures.

3.      Friday- It’s now Friday. I just ate my weight in takeout Chinese food, I still have a headache and I don’t plan on leaving this couch until tomorrow morning.

Basically, whoever mistakenly told me that College would be my wildest days was well, utterly wrong.

Maybe you are wild for a couple years, and then you get old and start forgetting about how cool you were during wilder days and therefore convince yourself that you were cool and wild all through college… but you weren’t.