I thought I had grown out of it. I thought once I got married, and had a real job for a while I would no longer get into these situations.
I was wrong.
Mom and I were at Kmart, making a sock run for my Dad. While we were checking out, we were making conversation with the check out lady. She was a nice lady in her mid-forties. We talked about coupons and the unbearably hot weather, because Mom and I are the type of people who can have long conversations with complete strangers.
Then the lady asks me, “So how are you liking school?”
I cocked my head, momentarily confused.
“Are you a junior or a senior this year?” She continues.
I just grin at her. Mom looks at me and shakes her head.
“Actually,” I said, “I’m 25 so…I’m not in high school. So school’s great!”
The lady laughed and apologizes. I shrug it off. It happens a lot.
I have decided it’s a matter of context. At work, most people know I can’t be in high school, so they correctly guess I am in my twenties.
Without the context of work, and the age is implies, I still look like I am 17. Dad says I will be thankful when I am older, but it doesn’t really bother me. I think it’s funny.
Now, when I have kids, it’s going to be extra interesting. People will shake their heads, silently thinking, “Teen pregnancy is on the rise.”
I wish I could blame it on being really short, but I know it’s not just that. I have a very youthful face apparently.
I wish I could say I made lots of progress on my WIP yesterday, but I slept terribly, so I went through the day in a haze. I was just tired enough to not be able to concentrate on anything, but not sleepy enough to be able to take a nap. Me and naps don’t get along. I usually just lay there, thinking about the things I could be doing with my day off. It feels like a waste.
Today I slept better, which is good because I have a very busy day at work ahead of me.
I hope everyone has a great weekend, and I shall see you all on Monday. In the meantime, try to have some fun!