So, this week I have felt nothing but old. There have been a lot of references to the fact that I'm old. There was the whole iCarly backpack incident. I thought iCarly was some kind of computer, apparently, it's a show on Nickelodeon. I told a kid on the bus how old I was and he responded with, "Wow, that's old." Compared to the age of his teenage parents, I probably was ancient. Anyway, there has been a lot of the fact I'm not 21 anymore right in my face.
Tonight took the cake. There is a guy moving into the open room upstairs. I've met him a couple of times and he seems perfectly nice. Earlier I was in my apartment with the windows open. It was a beautiful day. It was one of those days where you don't need the air or the heat on. It was perfect. Anyway, I'm sitting in my apartment when I hear the guy with his girlfriend walking up the front stairs. She asked who was home. He responded with, "Byron and the lady who lives downstairs." The lady? WTF? When did I become a lady? Ma'am, I can live with. I'm a Southerner, I've been called a ma'am since I was 18. But, lady? Seriously? Seriously? Do I really look that old? I'm sure he meant no harm, but seriously? Lady? I feel like I'm halfway to crazy cat lady. I should just start collecting the cats now.
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