i have always found it silly not to admit one's age, like it's something to be ashamed of. i hate being told "oh, you're so young!" by women older than me in a tone that suggests they'd like to poke me with a sharp stick for the sin of being younger than they are.
i admit one has every right to complain about age-related illnesses and annoyances, like aching joints and loss of vision, but whining about getting older seems so very counterproductive.
i hate the loss of minutes and the waste of years i feel i've been passively engaging in for the last half decade or so, but it has nothing to do with my age, and everything to do with my personality, which could do with a light but thorough thrashing.
are we clear now? good.