Denial is a river with only one paddle.
I’m 28. I am 28 years old. I was born October 3rd 1982, that’s an easy one to figure out your AgeMath.
AgeMath: The way in which one self may determine one’s own age in the current year.
Your birth year different to the next decade (born in October 1982, so 8 years until 1990, so add 8.) plus however many decades you want (1990 to 2010, so add 20 years) , plus whatever is left (the year is 2011, the left over is 1, but my birthday hasn’t happened yet, so don’t add anything) = my age in the current year!
Easy, see?
So, the other day, why did I tell a woman I was 27 years old? And when AirCanada asked how old the passenger (me) was, I typed 27?I’m in denial of my own reality.
Or maybe my parents have been lying to me, and I’ve always know something was wrong, but it was only triggered now, at this age of 27/28. I was probably born in 1983. They hid it from me to protect me, but then the lie got so big, well, they just couldn’t bring themselves to tell me the truth, it would have hurt too much after all this time. I’m just like one of those people who were born a twin and were seperated at birth, but always new soemthing was missing, and then they find each other christmas eve. Or like sheepdogs and their real tails. That’s exactly what happened!
I’M A TWIN!!!!!!!! I can count it!
….wait, now my math is all messed up. Now I can’t just add 8 and some decades and then the rest! Oh man, I don’t know if this old dog can handle any new tricks. This is going to be a tough one.
Okay…
..7..plus the decades is 20, plus the rest, times 2 (cause I’m a twin, somewhere), divided by 2 (cause I’m still my own woman).
I’m 42 years old!
You guys, thanks for being with me just now. The fabric of my reality blankie was just torn. The good news is I think I’m aging very well.
love you. mean it.