Emily Belsey

“I grow old… I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.” from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot.

I am getting old. I am almost twenty-five years old now, and I’m getting older.

Reasons I know I’m getting old:

My eyesight is going. I have noticed that for the past few weeks, I’ve been squinting all the time. Ugh. It’s given me tension headaches, not to mention I look like an idiot squinting all the time. I’m going to get my eyes checked out of course (I could just be imagining things), but I have to wait until my insurance papers get all processed and everything.

I don’t get carded anymore. Not that I’m buying a ton of alcohol or anything, just some wine here or there, but still… no one’s carding me. Guess I don’t look 21 anymore.

I get tired at 10:00 p.m. and wake up naturally around 7:00 a.m. So far, I can force myself to stay up past 10:00 p.m. and I’ve been able to stay in bed until 8:30 a.m. on occasion, but it’s getting harder each day.

The kids I work with (the junior high school kids at my church) don’t know that Michael Jackson was/is black. And they don’t know who Hanson is. And they don’t think Christian Bale in Newsies is a hottie. (This last one is truly depressing.)

I am old.

And thus begins my quarter-life crisis.

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