Friday, August 27, 2010

A Rose by Any Other Age

It’s happened again.

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!


  1. *lol*

    I laughed at this because it used to happen to me a lot. When I was a mature student at college (22) and out at the pub with other students who were younger than me, I was always the one refused alcohol as I looked under age.

    Your dad is dead right - when you're older you will DEFINITELY be thankful of your youthful appearance :)

    Have fun!

  2. Do your parents know you're blogging, young lady?

  3. Oh no! I totally sympathise because this happens to me tooooo *shakes fist at sky*

    Like you, I don't mind so much but it is a bit embarrassing sometimes when people think I'm under fifteen. Also it makes going out with friends so exhausting because bar tenders think I'm underage. Sheesh.

    Hope you have a good one too!


  4. Prue: I have this fear though, that once I get old enough for it to be useful, it will just look the Portrait of Dorian Gray caught up with me!

    Joe: Not at this hour they don't! :D

    Mia: Really? That makes me happy! Yeah, I pretty much always get carded. And then they look at me like it's clearly a fake...I tried to comment on your Gummi Bear post, but blogger hates me...