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Whee, I'm 26 now.
That's starting to sound almost adult... and I'm not sure I like that. I'm 3 years out of college, married, looking at buying a house, talk of children in a few years. All the standard illegitimi pro carborundum life changes. Is it selfish to desperately want to maintain a sense of childlike wonder at the world? To grow old without acting old? I don't want to die in the heart or in the head. Not that I think I'm in any great danger of suddenly acting my age, nor have I been wasting much time angsting over this recently. But eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and all that. Nothing wrong with being paranoid with regards to mental hygiene, and a birthday seems like an excellent time for an audit.
That's starting to sound almost adult... and I'm not sure I like that. I'm 3 years out of college, married, looking at buying a house, talk of children in a few years. All the standard illegitimi pro carborundum life changes. Is it selfish to desperately want to maintain a sense of childlike wonder at the world? To grow old without acting old? I don't want to die in the heart or in the head. Not that I think I'm in any great danger of suddenly acting my age, nor have I been wasting much time angsting over this recently. But eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and all that. Nothing wrong with being paranoid with regards to mental hygiene, and a birthday seems like an excellent time for an audit.
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But then I have my mom as an example of not letting myself grow out of the things I enjoy so that helps.