How young are you?
How old am I?
Let's count the rings around my eyes
My coworker Roxy and I were listening to the radio while I was waiting to clock out. Roxy is twenty-three years old to my twenty-eight (and a half). "One of Us" came on. Roxy said it was an old song, and I guess it is; I was fifteen when it's album was released. I felt old, more from Roxy's comment than the song, and for the sake of conversation I told her about the first time I felt old. I was nineteen.
One of the radio stations in my territory had a flashback lunch show, from noon to one they played older songs, 70s and 80s. One day I found out that it didn't matter if a song was released before 1990 or not - it just had to be five years old. One day I caught them playing a song that dropped when I was starting high school. I don't even know what song it was now because the event was too traumatic and my mind blocked the memory. People always told me I looked or acted older than I was, but until that moment I had never felt old. Tired and withered and old. One day I'll go to a therapist who will help me remember what song the dj played, and then I'll cry for two hours because I know.
But that wasn't enough for today. Driving home I realised there was a grasshopper on the hood of my car. I remembered my dad driving home from visiting his parents with me, with a grasshopper on the hood of the car. I was probably in middle school, maybe younger. That drive home was around seven miles, and the grasshopper stayed on the hood until we pulled up in front of our house. I drive twelve miles to work now. This grasshopper stayed on my windshield wipers until I was back at the apartment, through wind, rain, and highway speeds. Don't ever pick a fight with a grasshopper because those things are tougher than you and they will fuck you up.
The point is I feel old. Tired and withered and.
How old am I?
Let's count the rings around my eyes
My coworker Roxy and I were listening to the radio while I was waiting to clock out. Roxy is twenty-three years old to my twenty-eight (and a half). "One of Us" came on. Roxy said it was an old song, and I guess it is; I was fifteen when it's album was released. I felt old, more from Roxy's comment than the song, and for the sake of conversation I told her about the first time I felt old. I was nineteen.
One of the radio stations in my territory had a flashback lunch show, from noon to one they played older songs, 70s and 80s. One day I found out that it didn't matter if a song was released before 1990 or not - it just had to be five years old. One day I caught them playing a song that dropped when I was starting high school. I don't even know what song it was now because the event was too traumatic and my mind blocked the memory. People always told me I looked or acted older than I was, but until that moment I had never felt old. Tired and withered and old. One day I'll go to a therapist who will help me remember what song the dj played, and then I'll cry for two hours because I know.
But that wasn't enough for today. Driving home I realised there was a grasshopper on the hood of my car. I remembered my dad driving home from visiting his parents with me, with a grasshopper on the hood of the car. I was probably in middle school, maybe younger. That drive home was around seven miles, and the grasshopper stayed on the hood until we pulled up in front of our house. I drive twelve miles to work now. This grasshopper stayed on my windshield wipers until I was back at the apartment, through wind, rain, and highway speeds. Don't ever pick a fight with a grasshopper because those things are tougher than you and they will fuck you up.
The point is I feel old. Tired and withered and.