My youth is disappearing.
I’m on the cusp of ‘young’ and ‘remember when i was young?’
I don’t like it.
How does one adapt to this change?
Once upon a time I used to go out dancing and have pretty young things sidling up to me, positive I was at least six years younger. Now I just observe the youthful mating dances going on around me like I’m an invisible alien on reconnaissance.
I’m no longer one of the cool kids. I no longer command attention.
It’s very unsettling to one day wake up, look at yourself and see an old, unfamiliar person staring back at you.
I’m not ready to slide into the obscurity of mature adulthood. I still want to sparkle.
I still want the plump rouged cheeks of youth.
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