Growing up, people always said I was “mature for my age”. And now that I’m an adult, I know what they really meant was that I was a 60 year old trapped in a teen’s body.

I tried to brush off the notion for years, until I saw a Buzzfeed article on the 22 Signs You’re an Old Person. Boy was that an eyeopener! I almost passed it with flying colors.

Weekends mean resting and running errands, I barely understand what’s on the radio these days (thus why I just stick to my good ol’ iPod), the shows I watch on TV aren’t “hip”, and more types of people are starting to annoy me.

That actually wouldn’t be a problem if I weren’t in my mid-twenties, but I am. So at this rate, I’ll be a crotchety old neighborhood watcher at age 30. (I should have known this would happen when I started clicking more with nursing home patients in high school.)

I think it gets worse with time, really.

Good thing I like to see the glass half full. I can use my old people powers to embarrass my children and make excuses for why I can’t change my current habits. It’s a win-win, right? 😉